The Finish Line
The earth is warm next to my ear
Insects noise is all that I hear

A magic trick makes the world disappear

The skies are dark they're dark but they're clear

A distant motorcade and suddenly there's joy

The snow and ticker-tape blurs all my senses numb

It's like the finish line where everything just ends

The crack of radio seems close enough to touch

Cold water cleaning my wounds

A sad parade with a single balloon

I'm done with this I'm counting to ten

Bluest seas running to them

I feel like I am watching everything from space

And in a minute I'll hear my name and I'll wake

I think the finish line's a good place we could start

Take a deep breath take in all that you could want