The swell rose under a hardened sun And by the time the race was done We were standing shaken and alone The toll booths and the power lines Two men stare down billboard signs Strangely praying for our injury In the park they wear a phony crown Don't mistake it, you're in my town A line that's plainly etched on their foreheads They'd rather stand out in the heat Burning holes right through their feet Never to admit they got it wrong Too long, too long Too long, too long Lying here, it's hard to say That this not my worst birthday Twisted, tangled, taunting, talking lies We are not so broken now And after all the falling down We'll find a line if it's too deep to stand Too long, too long Too long, too long Too long, too long Too long, too long