Beverly Wyatt

Just a walk through the open country.
It inflates me with an entirely different perspective. (when I drive)
After a winter with nothing left, you need a place to rest your head
And a great escape to make your hands warm
We will sleep again, when we feel it in our blood
We will rest our heads, when the time comes
I will open up my skin
(Where's the heart? covered in concrete)
And let this small town in with love
(It yells «get up, shut up, move on»)
I will breathe this in
(New England trees)
Let it fill my lungs
(Reappearing)
There should be a scar from the hours we’ve wasted at work
Why should living be something we earn?
There should be a mark from the launch when we outgrew this earth
This ship keeps us safe until we return.