Our life comes
And as it walks right past me I watch it go
The fruit of a cactus
A melting footprint in our snow
The camper night, a violent end
My swollen thumb
That was then
I watched it end
But life renews
Every night under the same moon
Your moon
Our life comes
And it walks right past me
But maybe this time I'll grab ahold again
Start the little truck again
Sometime very soon