Recovery Songtext

There is a lot of space between
the place I am right now and the things I'd as soon forget.
Despite my fear of the unknown--
In the end it worked out best.
Sitting calmly like the houses on the hills,
forced to stop and take in the view.
Somebody said to use this summer to reflect
on the gauntlet I've been through.
Sneak behind me, paint a bullseye on my back.
Buried bodies = food for worms = food for dark birds overhead.