The Finish Line

The earth is warm next to my ear

Insect noise is all that I hear

A magic trick makes the world disappear

The skies are dark, they're dark but they're clear

A distant motorcade and suddenly there's joy

The snow and ticker tape blurs all my senses numb

It's like the finish line where everything just ends

The crack of radios seems close enough to touch

Cold water, cleaning my wounds

A sad parade, with a single balloon

I'm done with this, I'm counting to ten

Bluest seas, running to them

I feel like I am watching everything from space

And in a minute I'll hear my name and I'll wake

I think the finish line's a good place we could start

So take a deep breath, take in all that you could want

I feel like I am watching everything from space

And in a minute I'll hear my name and I'll wake

I think the finish line's a good place we could start

So take a deep breath, take in all that you could want