I’ve been in this grass here for the last ten hours
My clothes are dirty but my mouth isn’t dry
How does it happen does it fly through the air
Woah I gave up asking days away I gave up asking days away
And now I’m lying here waiting for the sound of thunder
Waiting for the sound of thunder
Here I am I’m a dotted line cut in through corners stick me through your door
I’m the man who stepped off the path
Am I just lying here that’s what I was made for
And now my eyes are closing but I still feel the land
Leaning out for the touch of my hand
The world spins so fast that I might fly off