With the greenery that surrounds me, (like a falling feeling) Just a walk through the open country. It inflates me with an entirely different perspective. (when I drive) After a winter with nothing left, you need a place to rest your head And a great escape to make your hands warm We will sleep again, when we feel it in our blood We will rest our heads, when the time comes I will open up my skin (Where's the heart? covered in concrete) And let this small town in with love (It yells "get up, shut up, move on") I will breathe this in (New england trees) Let it fill my lungs (Reappearing) There should be a scar from the hours we've wasted at work Why should living be something we earn? There should be a mark from the launch when we outgrew this earth This ship keeps us safe until we return.