I’ve owed these lyrics to the band for a little bit:
I hear that you’re all burnt out.
You’re growing roots and settling down
Remember when we rode the winds?
The pushpins showing where we’ve been.
Now see these chambers they flood.
The air will color our blood,
so when did you first forget
The corners of this map are folding in,
blank journal’s pages yellowing
Remember all the adventures we had?
You can settle but don’t forget our past.
We’ve changed the way water runs.
We’ve generated our luck,
and when the valleys would flood