Forty-five evenings
I’ve been watching the ceiling
A shooting star
I’ll tie a lasso to
We’re all joining hands
Shut your eyes you’ll see better
I’d like to see just how far I can get from you
If they won’t take me
I guess I’ve got bigger problems
Don’t dry your cheek
As I go up in that green, green light
All that energy I will leave while ascending
Pack it up and tie an anchor to
Things I just won’t need while I’m meeting our maker
I am vessel, I am now something new
If they won’t take me
I guess I’ve got bigger problems
Don’t dry your cheek
As I go up in that green, green light
The sense of community
The sounds of slowed breathing
Comparison colored
I am finding truth
If they won’t take me
I guess I’ve got bigger problems
Don’t dry your cheek
As I go up in that green, green light
