The absurdity is mine
And I hold it tight
And I want everyone to see it from my eye, eyes
That golden shine 'cross the country light
That I always think would be falling from the lips of the lord into..
The crucible of history, which is always burning brightly
Which is heaped in the Goddamn country, stooped by the sea
And we are all on our own
There is no kindness
There is only violence and smartphones
Standin' in the country and I'm about to be
Three miles up a trail looking down
There's like a deep green sea of tree's
The clouds pass over and my knees get weak
Oh, and driving through this country
I've seen the life that's around, so the wifi abounds
I feel a deep heartbreak and a longing
I almost forgot what it means to be
Standing in this country
I drew a gun from the ground
Clocked it up and shot around
I felt my phone buzz tenderly
I heard the notification dinging
It was a complicated mess of history, it was a mystery
It was absurd and it was inhuman to me
Standing in the country
Breathing to absurdity
But I guess this means that I can be
A part of the ever unfolding nature