By the time you read this you'll be 1500 sea level
Riding in a car on a road that the world wore down
Your face is framed in window that the rain is washing away
And all the tears and laughter will be buried

Buried under the weight of history
Carried out on the undertow
Oh, the things we hold onto
I will let them all go

It's been a year of funerals no one blames you for anything
All the same you put space between us and the volcanoes
Today is the first day of the rest of your life
Oh from where I'm standing this view looks fine


Buried under the weight of history
Carried out on the undertow
Oh, the things we hold onto
I will let them all go

By the time you read this you'll be 1500 sea level
Riding in a car on a road the world wore down
Your face is framed in window that the rain is washing away
And all the tears and laughter will be buried

Buried under the weight of history
Carried out on the undertow
Oh, the things we hold onto
I will let them all go