"Birth" lyrics

When I return to my birth
My body spread out in the earth
With fingers like roots on a seed
Tears of my brothers watering me

And will we float up into space
Bodies shot up on a vertical interstate
And could we still stop for a snack
On cosmic highways, gas station off ramps

So take all the time that you want
A whiskey with Jon in the fall
So break my false sense of control
Because there's nothing we have here to hold