i hear they paint the ocean blue

tonight i can't see timp

after friday i won't see you, or you

.....or even you

tonight i can't even see tomorrow, let alone anything that's 

supposed to come next

i'm going to miss clouds that sit on the mountains

what used to be 4 miles away is now 4000

and soon that will change to just a 1000

but a thousand will never look as good as 0 felt

and i'm trying not to be scared, because i hear that the ocean is

pretty blue

but then again, so were you.

tonight i'm trying hard to picture tomorrow, and the next day

i wonder if you're doing the same

i wonder if the numbers 0 and 4000 are a little closer tonight