feeling the pull
swell season, the
well i'm heading back to pack a bag
to take away what i know is mine
and i'm running down and past the yellow house
with joe into the breeze where no one seems to care
well stories of an open light
and every time we work ourselves up into a rage
and pull the handle no one says but everybody
wants to be the one just climbing out
against the big sky tonight
against the big sky tonight
against the big moon sky tonight