Look over there you used to say
The shape of the land beneath the street
Ridges and valleys and underground streams
You have to know what's under your feet
So you can make things strong enough
To take the weight
The weight of all the people
Who haven't been born
That's what you said to me
It's 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 the land
When all the time i wanted to be
Somewhere that wasn't so new
Where you didn't have to dig yourself
A place to stand
Far away
From the envy of angels
Driving to your house after dark
The lights of the town behind these hills
I'm wanting so much to see you again
Can almost touch the new tarseal
In front of my wheels
They're painting the signs
Measuring the land
Marking the lines
Laying foundations
Making them strong
For all of those people
Who haven't been born
Just like you said
It's the envy of angels
Just like you said
It's the envy of angels