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I remember the day it came |
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Washed everything in a humbling blue |
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Highways and ferries the same |
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Drowned in the flood like the prayers we knew |
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And I lost all track of my time |
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And some other current much faster than mine |
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Took down the trees on the river |
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Like advice that would never be given |
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Lay back down with my eyes closed |
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I let all my air out of my nose |
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Let all the earth melt to glorious mud |
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Smiled for a while six feet under the flood |
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And I couldn't find my boots |
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The water, it was knee-high |
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So I lay in my bed |
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Stared out my window at the dry sky |
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And I woke up underneath |
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All that was humbled in blue |
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Realized I was more |
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More comfortable than my mother still |
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Laid back down with my eyes closed |
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I let all the air out of my nose |
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I let all my dirt melt to glorious mud |
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Smiled for a while six feet under the flood |
