Burn the Boats

Are the redwood trees, ever in your dreams?
Are the branches twistin’ higher in your mind?
You hear an angel choir, under cathedral spires?
Do you remember how the world lit up when we crossed that borderline?
And do you ever miss that fragile sun
The way you felt when there was no turning back?

Somehow, I know you’ll ride with me again
When you come ‘round, I’ll meet you where the sky begins
And right now, if you’re longin’ for the smoke
Barely clingin’ to the ropes
Light a match & burn the boats

Like a statue stands, above the ancient sand
You can’t bury all the fire inside of you
Seems everywhere you’ve been, glows beneath your skin
Like you’re up covered up from head to toe in invisible tattoos
I never want to force your hand
I think you know that time is runnin’ down

Somehow, I know you’ll ride with me again
When you come ‘round, I’ll meet you where the sky begins
And right now, if you’re longin’ for the smoke
Barely clingin’ to the ropes
Light a match & burn the boats

There is no secret harbor
There is no perfect armor
If we fall, we fall, we fall, we fall, we fall

Somehow, I know you’ll ride with me again
When you come ‘round, I’ll meet you where the sky begins
Right now, if you’re longin’ for the smoke
Barely clingin’ to the ropes
Light a match & burn the boats
Light a match & burn the boats