The West End of the Meadow

I saw your face
On the west end of the meadow
Where I lost everything
I'm looking for grace
The grasses blades are yellow
And the wind makes them sing
I know
That we could try again
But I don't fucking want to
But if we did
If we lived another life
I'd maybe just live it
With you on my side again

I lived a whole life in a year
And I don't think I've ever felt the same
Nope, I've never ever felt the same
I came back from Florida
And I think a part of me never left that plane
There's still a part of me inside that plane

But I'm glad it didn't follow me
Because it made me weak
Yet somehow that feeling
Found its way back to me
But now I live unsteadily
Inside a brittle dream
And how do I live happily
Inside somebody so mean

A year of terrors in the gears
Subtle time will never be the same
Yep, I'll never ever be the same
I rode back from Oregon
And my soul still sits in Astoria's rays
Sometimes I still feel those golden rays

But I'm glad it didn't follow me
Because it made me weak
Yet somehow that feeling
Found its way back to me
But now I live unsteadily
Inside a brittle dream
And how do I live happily
Inside somebody so mean