Wait up
I don’t want to be the last one
To recognize
It’s all downhill from here
As erosion has it’s way
One day we’ll break these skiesBefore it starts to fade
It’s hard to see the colors in this place
Any longer I’ll lose my sense of grace
I can’t stand by as it slips away
Look out
I don’t want to be the last one
To recognize
I’m running out of time
The ground is giving way
Walk away, walk away with me
