Swimming through the high trees
Over lakes so dry
I feel like he's turned off his screen
My audience in the sky

Left me with a totebag
And a woman who won't care
Don't tie her down with rusted wire
If you ain't man enough to stare

Watching all the living
As a man without a lot
Knowing that I am dying here
Is the only thing I've got

Saw your face in archives
A grit so bright and fresh
Your head in clouds of wonder
But you are trapped in flesh

Baby blue im coming
And tell your mama too
For not seeing your story play
Is something I can not do