Soon or later you’ll find a letter
Inside the vest you used to rest upon on a late night
Drop dead on your car, over a life you never left
You know hell, is out of locked doors, for now
The view stretches ahead
As this boat floats slow
Over calm water
We see the light inside the house
Old ones walking down while kids are running up Old ones walking down slow while kids are running up fast
The best is what you left living inside my walls
Still would love to rest inside what’s left of your open arms
But I don’t know, do not know for sure if what I left to you was real
Oh, I don’t know do not know for sure if what I left to you was me The view stretches ahead
As this boat floats slow
Over calm water
We see the light inside the house
Old ones walking down while kids are running up Old ones walking down slow while kids are running up fast