Dead Slate Pacific - John Vanderslice

At my low point

I went to a professional

He asked me some questions

Sent me to a doctor

There’s a moment there

When you’re under a doctor’s care

When you’re safe and hopeful

Punched in the code

Ran up the stairwell

He asked more questions

Gave me Celexa

That’s when I really knew

The only thing standing between

Me and that long rope over a carpenter’s beam

Was you

I went off the pills

Bought my ticket

I used to think

There was nothing between us

Just 6,000 miles of

The dead, slate pacific

But on that United flight

In a white hot panic I

Sank to the bottom of the sea

My countless horrible creatures

Complicated undersea secrets

If I didn’t go diving there

With a spear gun, knife and flare

How would I ever make it through

That’s when I really knew

The only thing standing between

Me and that long rope hung on a carpenter’s beam

Was you