You hold up one hand Everyone waits
Until we can move again
The burden of command Stands you up straight
Something to prove again
Blood in your eyes Screams on the radio
They say, "Get out of there!" We aren't finished yet
You tell them to grow a pair
They said this air would be breathable
Get in, get out again, and no one gets hurt
Something is pulling me up the hill
I look down in my red shirt
I look down in my red shirt
This familiar place Sun in my eyes
Right where I'm supposed to be
I can read your face I'm not surprised
You move in close to me
Then you decide Now I'm remembering
I've seen this one before
I can't stop watching it
So what am I running for?
They said this air would be breathable
Get in, get out again, and no one gets hurt
You nod to me and point up the hill
I look down in my red shirt
I look down in my red shirt
In my red shirt
I don't hear a sound Everything slows
All of it falls away
They don't turn around Everyone knows
It won't be them today
Instead it was me Go down dramatically
Stretching it out a bit
Still no one notices
When they write me out of it
They said this air would be breathable
I see the naked sky and I taste the dirt
Dark at the edges and closing in
I look down in my red shirt
I look down in my red shirt
Until we can move again
The burden of command Stands you up straight
Something to prove again
Blood in your eyes Screams on the radio
They say, "Get out of there!" We aren't finished yet
You tell them to grow a pair
They said this air would be breathable
Get in, get out again, and no one gets hurt
Something is pulling me up the hill
I look down in my red shirt
I look down in my red shirt
This familiar place Sun in my eyes
Right where I'm supposed to be
I can read your face I'm not surprised
You move in close to me
Then you decide Now I'm remembering
I've seen this one before
I can't stop watching it
So what am I running for?
They said this air would be breathable
Get in, get out again, and no one gets hurt
You nod to me and point up the hill
I look down in my red shirt
I look down in my red shirt
In my red shirt
I don't hear a sound Everything slows
All of it falls away
They don't turn around Everyone knows
It won't be them today
Instead it was me Go down dramatically
Stretching it out a bit
Still no one notices
When they write me out of it
They said this air would be breathable
I see the naked sky and I taste the dirt
Dark at the edges and closing in
I look down in my red shirt
I look down in my red shirt