Wait up 
I don't want to be the last one 
To recognize 
It's all downhill from here 
As erosion has it's way 
One day we'll break these skiesBefore it starts to fade 
It's hard to see the colors in this place 
Any longer I'll lose my sense of grace 
I can't stand by as it slips away 
Look out 
I don't want to be the last one 
To recognize 
I'm running out of time 
The ground is giving way 
Walk away, walk away with me