High Above The Tree Line

Board in the back of the busted Jeep

Bag in the pocket of my thrift-store jeans

Laugh in the mirror

Eyes already low

Map on the dash

Chase the first-day snow

High above the tree line

Lungs full

Heart wide

Cold in my teeth as I carve that white sky

Ash on my glove

Let the lift pass by

I’m lost

I’m fine

High above the tree line

I finally feel right

Lift chair swinging like a cheap stage light

You pass the lighter

I pass the time

Smoke in my hood

Frost on your hair

If there’s a heaven

It’s this thin air

High above the tree line

Lungs full

Heart wide

Cold in my teeth as I carve that white sky

Ash on my glove

Let the lift pass by

I’m lost

I’m fine

High above the tree line

I finally feel right

Face mask down

Can’t see my grin (hey!)

Brain runs slow while the world spins quick

Drop that edge

Let the doubts fall back

It’s just me

This run

And a fresh-cut track

High above the tree line

Lungs full

Heart wide

Cold in my teeth as I carve that white sky

Ash on my glove

Let the lift pass by

I’m lost

I’m fine

High above the tree line

I finally feel right