Confetti to the Hurricane

I'm on holiday from the things that're bringing me down I pass them on the way back up again Feel my feet leaving late off the ground She was on the back porch yelling out orders Didn't realize wasn't getting any younger I was in the backseat forgetting all about her Heard a little voice, I was wanted by the water I had built a vessel by the time she caught me missing And I fastened to it everything I'm counting as a blessing I was leaving shore as she rounded out the clearing Wailing like a siren, I was far beyond her hearing She was up a tree with confetti to the hurricane Vocal cords ringing a machete through the sugar cane She was turning red and the river running redder I was waning edges like the ending of a letter I'm on holiday, recurring themes that're taking me down Expound 'em on the way back up again See the street fading into the town And signs do pull, and sounds do push She was up a tree with confetti to the hurricane Vocal cords ringing a machete through the sugar cane She was turning red and the river running redder I was waning edges like the ending of a letter And signs do pull, and sounds do push The impossible, the possible And signs do pull, and sounds do push The impossible, the possible And signs do pull, and sounds do push The impossible, the possible And signs do pull