By the time you read this you'll be 1500 sea level Riding in a car on a road that the world wore down Your face is framed in window that the rain is washing away And all the tears and laughter will be buried Buried under the weight of history Carried out on the undertow Oh, the things we hold onto I will let them all go It's been a year of funerals no one blames you for anything All the same you put space between us and the volcanoes Today is the first day of the rest of your life Oh from where I'm standing this view looks fine Buried under the weight of history Carried out on the undertow Oh, the things we hold onto I will let them all go By the time you read this you'll be 1500 sea level Riding in a car on a road the world wore down Your face is framed in window that the rain is washing away And all the tears and laughter will be buried Buried under the weight of history Carried out on the undertow Oh, the things we hold onto I will let them all go