Everyone’s jumping
Where’s the wagon?
We must’ve missed it.
Yet we missed it on purpose.
Though we try and try to find the right words
That would make this new,
Make it alive again,
That’ll breathe into us bravery we won’t lose.
There’s a part of us on that train of thought,
Longing for departure
Wanting to get away, away from
Tears and memories of a time we were complete
Now it’s gone, no longer in our grasp
And they’re getting there
The us who took the lion by the fangs,
They’ll get different and won’t be bored
They'll see Paris to Japan and ride under giant sycamores.
Then here is us,
a for sale sign on a home never sold,
two stick figures in the mud and rain,
Watching the black smoke dim us away
We were too shy to take the chance
We couldn't step foot to leave
Like a heavy stone caught in our throats
Like our bodies were turning blue
Here we are to die
Still the last ones to laugh
Still the last ones to cry
Were we ever alive?