The Flood - Mason Jennings

I remember the day it came

Washed everything in a humbling blue

Highways and ferries the same

Drowned in the flood like the prayers we knew

I lost all track of my time

And some other current much faster than mine

It took down the trees by the river

Like advice that would never be given

I laid back down with my eyes closed

I let all my air out of my nose

I let all my dirt melt to glorious mud

Smiled for a while six feet under the flood

I couldn’t find my boots

The water was knee high

So I lay in my bed

Stared out my window at the dry sky

I woke up underneath

All that was humbled in blue

And realized I was more

More comfortable than my mother’s still

I laid back down with my eyes closed

I let all the air out of my nose

I let all my dirt melt to glorious mud

Smiled for a while six feet under the flood