The burden of command
Stands you up straight
Something to prove again
Blood in your eyes
Screams on the radio
They say, “Get out of there!”
We aren’t finished yet
You tell them to grow a pair

They said this air would be breathable
Get in, get out again, and no one gets hurt
Something is pulling me up the hill
I look down in my red shirt
I look down in my red shirt

This familiar place
Sun in my eyes
Right where I’m supposed to be
I can read your face
I’m not surprised
You move in close to me
Then you decide
Now I’m remembering
I’ve seen this one before
I can’t stop watching it
So what am I running for?

They said this air would be breathable
Get in, get out again, and no one gets hurt
You nod to me and point up the hill
I look down in my red shirt
I look down in my red shirt
In my red shirt

I don’t hear the sound
Everything slows
All of it falls away
They don’t turn around
Everyone knows
It won’t be them today
Instead it was me
Go down dramatically
Stretching it out a bit
Still no one notices
When they write me out of it

They said this air would be breathable
I see the naked sky and I taste the dirt
Dark at the edges and closing in
I look down in my red shirt
I look down in my red shirt”