look over there you used to say the shape of the land beneath the street ridges and valleys and underground streams you have to know what's under your feet so you can make things strong enough to take the weight the weight of all the people who haven't been born
that's what you said to me it's the envy of angels
listen to that you used to say can you hear someone drawing plans can you hear someone cutting wood can you hear someone walking the land when all the time i wanted to be somewhere that wasn't so new where you didn't have to dig yourself a place to stand
far away from the envy of angels
driving to your house after dark the lights of the town behind these hills i'm wanting so much to see you again can almost touch the new tarseal in front of my wheels they're painting the signs measuring the land marking the lines laying foundations making them strong for all of those people who haven't been born