Geese overhead, yet again
Heading south, just silhouettes
The only certainty of that sun
Is that it sets
So driving west, we take it slow
The only thing we really know
About this road
Is that it ends
At the edge of this continent
Holding my breath
Tight in my chest
Rolling the camera to catch what is left
Knuckles are white
Grippin' it tight
Trying to fight what is just out of sight
I wish it was different
But it's just so viciously true
Back and forth, the drifting snow
In from the north the winter blows
On the darkest days all we know
Is that it ends
The east wind will go right through
That's what he sang, what can you do
When you know your time is soon
And that it ends
Much too soon but that it ends
You hold in your breath
Puff out your chest
Gather your courage and hope for the best
Playin' the odds
Quietly nod
Trying stop what I know I cannot
I wish it was different
But it's just so viciously true
Satellites overhead
Are these cosmos infinite
Would it change all we know
If it ends
So past the sun, round the bend
To the universe's edge
What lies beyond, is there just nothing
Is that something, I'm just wondering
Does it end
What if it ends