Restorations - Sea

I’m so damned tired I don’t remember who won
I might have voted but I might have just read that at work
As float above or underneath the ground
I hear the Sunday bells
I hear you sleeping it off

As far from home as you have left to go

Are you high enough?
You know, for when the flood comes
I know I lit the match
You bet I’d lit the filter
“So, pick a side”
You laughed and said
“What kind of choice do you have?”
I took the medicine down
You bet I’d just feel worse

As far from home as I have left to go

Ever feel thе pull of the planet?
Dizzy vertigo making angеls in snow
I know I’ve got the picture of it somewhere
Flock soldered to North Dakota’s eye
Saw your name on the airport news crawl
I’d forgotten about the war by last fall
Take me out to where the harsh winds know
Pull my teeth from the long dark snow
I want to go out slow
I want to go out quietly
I want to go out slow like we used to be

I don’t know where
But I’m getting ready