Lyrics

gets hard to trust a sunset
if tomorrow is today
and breathing in the dust bin
uncertain what to say

the mountain is a mole hill
looking down from the sky
we’re riding on the coattails
never stopping to ask why

if there’s a heaven way up high
another place for you and I
just let me know when it’s time
to move along

can’t tell the grey smoke signals
from the fire in the cloud
we hoped for only whispers
yea it’s shouting out loud

pretend there’s no translation
a language we don’t know
it tends to be frustration
everyone’s a 3PO

now in some future story
in times not good or bad
may some great allegory
make all of this less sad
and less mad (amen)