Cold water, cleaning my wounds
It's like the finish line where everything just ends
I feel like I am watching everything from space
A distant motorcade and suddenly there's joy
Blue as seas, running to them
I'm done with this, I'm counting to ten
The skies are dark, they're dark but they're clear
And in a minute I hear my name and I wake
A magic trick makes the world disappear
I think the finish line's a good place we could start
The crack of radios seems close enough to touch
The snow and ticker tape blurs all my senses numb
A side parade with a single balloon
