Look over there you used to say
The shape of the land beneath the street
Riches of Valleys and underground streams
You have to know whats under your feet
So you can make things strong enough
to take the weight
the weight of all the people
that haven't been born
That's what she said to me
Its the envy of angels
Listen to that you used to say
Can you hear someone drawing plans
Can you hear someone cutting wood
Can you hear someone walking around
and all the time i wanted to be
somewhere that wasn't so new
where you didn't have to dig yourself out
A place to stare
far away
Its the envy of angels
Driving to your place after dark
the lights of the town behind these hills
I'm wanting so much to see you again
Can almost touch the new tar seal
in front of my wheels
painting the signs
measuring the land
marking the lines
laying foundations
making them strong
for all of those people
that haven't been born
just like you said
Its the envy of angels
just like you said
its the envy of angels