It's been a really long time coming
You think I would've known
When you lay down on waves of worry
You wake with vertigo
Out of breath & short on everything
It takes to go
I'm coming up for air
I'm gonna do a really slow repair
Gonna take some time to taste the tide of
What it means to be alive
I'm coming up for air
I'm moving out, I'm driving on 'till I can stare
At a winter sun setting on a beach
And wide open space in front of me
It doesn't take another genius
Just the one inside
To tell you when you're changing seasons
One gets left behind
I've been halfway gone for far too long
Late to decide
I'm coming up for air
I'm gonna do a really slow repair
Gonna take soem time to taste the tide of
What it means to be alive
I'm coming up for air
I'm moving out, I'm driving on 'till I can stare
At a winter sun setting on a beach
And wide open space in front of me
Tilt my head into the wind
'Till I feel it heal me
Concentrate on nothing and
Do it over again
I'm coming up for air
I'm gonna do a really slow repair
Gonna take soem time to taste the tide of
What it means to be alive
I'm coming up for air
I'm moving out, I'm driving on 'till I can stare
At a winter sun setting on a beach
And wide open space in front of me
Written by Margaret Becker and Kelly Minter
Produced by Margaret Becker
