Kingdom
Baptized in salt at the kingdom
I know where I really came from
I breathe deep the air and the ocean
The sunset's setting on another world
Seventh Street at six in the morning
If there's a god, that's him on the horizon
I laugh to myself when I walk out to meet him
The sunrise is bleeding like an open wound
Walking home in the moonlight
Catching glimpses of my past life
I tilt the frame until it looks just right
Nothing's wrong
Skipping stones on the Hudson
The rocks ripple away into oblivion
I turn to Jesse and I ask how he's doing
He says, Nothing's wrong
I'm crying on Seventh Street
And the waves are crashing for the sunrise
I'm so proud of all I've done
My life is defined by the smallest moments
And Kevin understand this
And he says, Dave,
I think you should release that song
Walking home in the moonlight
Catching glimpses of my past life
I tilt the frame until it looks just right
Nothing's wrong
Skipping stones on the Hudson
The rocks ripple away into oblivion
I turn to Jesse and I ask where he's going
He says Dave, I'm gone
I have this dream where Jesse's sneaking up behind me
And he's alive and we are laughing, I am crying
I'll see you when the dry spells hit in February
We'll meet again once all of us are finally buried
I know where I really came from
I breathe deep the air and the ocean
The sunset's setting on another world
Seventh Street at six in the morning
If there's a god, that's him on the horizon
I laugh to myself when I walk out to meet him
The sunrise is bleeding like an open wound
Walking home in the moonlight
Catching glimpses of my past life
I tilt the frame until it looks just right
Nothing's wrong
Skipping stones on the Hudson
The rocks ripple away into oblivion
I turn to Jesse and I ask how he's doing
He says, Nothing's wrong
I'm crying on Seventh Street
And the waves are crashing for the sunrise
I'm so proud of all I've done
My life is defined by the smallest moments
And Kevin understand this
And he says, Dave,
I think you should release that song
Walking home in the moonlight
Catching glimpses of my past life
I tilt the frame until it looks just right
Nothing's wrong
Skipping stones on the Hudson
The rocks ripple away into oblivion
I turn to Jesse and I ask where he's going
He says Dave, I'm gone
I have this dream where Jesse's sneaking up behind me
And he's alive and we are laughing, I am crying
I'll see you when the dry spells hit in February
We'll meet again once all of us are finally buried
Credits
Writer(s): David Osterhout
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