We're born wet (WOO!), we made it on the clothes line
Now time will dry us out like the sunshine
Found my spot and started singing. Thought joined in, and drowned me out
Pressed my chest like wedge of citrus, and wrung me out. It wrung me out
Sweat cast me in a million diamonds like the surface of the open sea
Or the ivory bloom of a vigil flame, burned to static by the mass appeal
Grandpa was selling pop rocks and guidebooks, childhood from a shack in the redwoods
Back to bark with a mouthful of static, we tried to decode a secret message
Found out if you sit still for hours, you'll wake up in open field
Where the flowers climb your fingers, and paint your face with chlorophyll
Little Sem drifts away and everything forgets it's name
My heavy chest dissipates, into that smiling sky