Beverly Wyatt

With the greenery that surrounds me
(Like a falling feeling)
Just a walk through the open country
It inflates me with an entirely different perspective
(When I drive)

After a winter with nothing left
You need a place to rest your head
And a great escape to make your hands warm
But we will sleep again! When we feel it in our blood
We will rest our heads! When the time comes
I will open up my skin
(Where's the heart? Covered in concrete)
And let this small town in with love
(It yells Get up, shut up, move on)
I will breathe this in
(New England trees)
Let it fill my lungs
(Reappearing)

There should be a scar from the hours we've wasted at work
Why should living be something we earn?
There should be a mark from the launch when we outgrew this Earth
This ship keeps us safe until we return