Everything Must Grow

Your combat boots just never had the soles to make it from here
To the edge of the world
The mountains will melt, the oceans will boil
And with a deafening ring
The end of everything

And your wool-lined parka just won't know what hit it, because this winter will be the coldest
It was never me, it was my god damn instincts that led me here
To the edge of the world

I finally got that disposable developed and every picture came out blurry, except the one of you leaning on the goal post down the road, that one with your head thrown back laughing at the sky. And yes it made me ache, yes it made lonely, yes it made me wonder where you are. Wherever it is, I hope you're smiling