High in the Sandias Mountains, the world like the face of Mars

Craters and canyons and holy matrimony beneath a ceiling of stars

And then the rooftop wraps around because the sky is just the ground

And nothing falls between the cracks

It makes me laugh to think this worried me back there;

I see it now, the moving clouds, the heavy air

But this is no painter who slouches before you, my sketches are simple and crude

Would one with such telling hands be found in such a pose?

The facts I know do not necessitate a truth

Fly down that American highway, the wind like a wrecking ball

Suddenly, your planet feels small

And those tall tales on their false scales mean nothing at all

But you recited them so well, the way the syntax rose and fell

And held together the pieces of that tattered yarn you wear today

I like the way it brings out the anguish in your eyes

It matches mine in such a way it's a sick mistake to label it divine

There's someone out there who would kill to hold you now

You're not alone unless you have your doubts

We're on a sinking boat

We're living just to get out alive but we should be singing with the sun in our eyes

You'll never be alone unless you have your doubts