Chorus 1: collecting driftwood in ʿeleʿele
urchin shells before the high tide reached the tide pools
reveling in big beautiful love
four days journey six if I want to breathe and hit a meeting or two
i’ll take my chances on the open road
if that means you won’t follow
Pre-Chorus: It can always be better, it can always be better than this
It can always be better, it can always be better than this
Chorus: I’m done carrying you
I’ve done it all watched the skies change pastel
long-forgotten goddess
stitched together with a rusty needle
banshee calling in the wind, don’t want to stand in your sightline
Chorus 2: driving past redwoods, singing songs from the eighties
past seems brighter once we aren’t clad in acid and hypercolor
k. rose grabbed all of the stars lighting the way for others
machine done stop running and titans crumbled
solved the riddle, batted a thousand
while Fenway erupted with verses of Neil Nesta
(or verses of Diamond and Marley)
