with the greenery that surrounds me, (like a falling feeling) 
just a walk through the open country. 
It inflates me with an entirely different perspective. (when I drive) 
after a winter with nothing left, you need a place to rest your head 
and a great escape to make your hands warm 
we will sleep again, when we feel it in our blood 
we will rest our heads, when the [bad word] 
i will open up my skin 
(where's the heart? covered in concrete) 
and let this small town in with love 
(it yells "get up, shut up, move on") 
i will breathe this in 
(new england trees) 
let it fill my lungs 
(reappearing) 
there should be a scar from the hours we've wasted at work 
why should living be something we earn? 
there should be a mark from the launch when we outgrew this earth 
this ship keeps us safe until we return.