Yosemite

Take off your shoes, and let's climb up on the roof
I'm not about to wipe the slate clean, but sometimes you just need
To look away so as to move on under brand new stars

For now, the scene is set where itineraries cross
A nightdrop in our fears, a nightdrop in our hopes
For infinity is empty, as infinity is full

Twisting and turning these keys
Would likely set us free

Now has come the time to drop the masks and display our souls
The burden is gone and we're unshackled so free we'll fall
Towards the sun

And the ceiling will splinter open
And the clouds will be blown away
And we'll fly over Yosemite