Wait up

I don't want to be the last one

To recognize

It's all downhill from here

As erosion has it's way

One day we'll break these skiesBefore it starts to fade

It's hard to see the colors in this place

Any longer I'll lose my sense of grace

I can't stand by as it slips away

Look out

I don't want to be the last one

To recognize

I'm running out of time

The ground is giving way

Walk away, walk away with me