Forty-five evenings
I’ve been watching the ceiling
A shooting star
I’ll tie a lasso to

We’re all joining hands
Shut your eyes you’ll see better
I’d like to see just how far I can get from you

If they won’t take me
I guess I’ve got bigger problems
Don’t dry your cheek
As I go up in that green, green light

All that energy I will leave while ascending
Pack it up and tie an anchor to
Things I just won’t need while I’m meeting our maker
I am vessel, I am now something new

If they won’t take me
I guess I’ve got bigger problems
Don’t dry your cheek
As I go up in that green, green light

The sense of community
The sounds of slowed breathing
Comparison colored
I am finding truth

If they won’t take me
I guess I’ve got bigger problems
Don’t dry your cheek
As I go up in that green, green light