I remember the fire when the blood was young The taste of tomorrow sitting on the tongue Looking at the highway, looking at the door Begging the calendar to give me something more One day you're seventeen, wild in the fray Just closing your eyes and wishing years away You blink at the sun, you turn around the bend And suddenly you're staring at the approaching end. (Pre-Chorus) The engine runs rough, the timber starts to groan The winter takes a toll on the lead and the bone You look at the mirror, it cuts like a knife Next thing you know, it’s the last twenty years of your life. (Chorus) But if the clock is bleeding, let it bleed out here Past the timberline, where the signal disappears I spent my youth running, trying to find the spark Now I’m standing with you in the heavy, glowing dark They can take the time, they can take the light I’ve got my soul tied for the final fight If this is the countdown, if this is the toll I’m spending the last twenty tethered to your soul. (Verse 2) The 2013 Silverado rusts out in the yard The ground is frozen solid and the living here is hard I used to think forever was a promise I could keep Now I know forever is just the dirt beneath our feet But I wouldn't trade a second of the gravity we share For a hundred easy years breathing someone else's air Let the skin weather, let the seasons turn cold This is the unvarnished truth of growing old. (Bridge) We burned through the spring, we survived the fall Now we’re reading the handwriting on the cabin wall It’s a terrifying math, it’s a heavy, brutal sum But I am not afraid of the winters yet to come Because I know who’s holding the anchor in the ice I know exactly who is paying the price. (Guitar Solo - Starts stripped down and melancholic, then erupts into a massive, triumphant, and heavy post-rock crescendo) (Chorus) But if the clock is bleeding, let it bleed out here Past the timberline, where the signal disappears I spent my youth running, trying to find the spark Now I’m standing with you in the heavy, glowing dark They can take the time, they can take the light I’ve got my soul tied for the final fight If this is the countdown, if this is the toll I’m spending the last twenty tethered to your soul. (Outro) Wishing the years away. Now the years are gold. Ferry, Alaska. A truth that doesn't fold. The last twenty. Lead and bone. (Fades out to the ticking of a heavy metronome blending into a heartbeat)
