Manifest – Andrew Bird
I’m coming to the edge of the widest canyon,
My companion’s dear.
I’m starting to question my manifest destiny,
My claim to this frontier.
I’m coming to the brink of a great disaster,
End just has to be near.
The earth spins faster, whistles right past you,
Whispers death in your ear.
Don’t pretend you can’t hear.
Don’t pretend you can’t.
I can hear your tendrils still digging
For everything that’s walked this earth once living,
Then to be exhumed and burned to vapor.
Can you save her?
Now she’s in the air,
Radical and free,
Neither here nor there.
She’s obliged to no one,
She’s obliged to no one.
I’m coming to the edge of a rising ocean,
Such commotion and fear.
Keeping all our eyes on what’s on the horizon,
And all that we hold dear.
I’m coming to the brink of a great disaster,
End just has to be near.
The Earth spins faster, whistles right past you,
Whispers death in your ear.
Don’t pretend you can’t hear.
Don’t pretend you can’t.
I can hear your tendrils still digging
For everything that’s walked this earth once living,
Then to be exhumed and burned to vapor.
Can you save her?
She’s in the air,
Radical and free,
Not a goddamn care.
She’s obliged to no one,
She’s obliged to no one.
Oh, no, don’t pretend you can’t hear.
Don’t pretend you can’t hear.
