The Finish Line

The earth is warm next to my ear

Insect 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 snowing 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 all 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