Glass Air Hymnal

[Verse 1]
(A cappella) You were plaiting sweetgrass on the porch steps of the Hunting Island house,
the twentieth of September, the air a strange kind of still.
The tide was too high for the hour, the sky a bruised-peach yellow,
and you just kept your head down, working against your own will.

[Chorus]
And oh, the world goes under (ooh, goes under)
In a soft and holy sound. (a holy sound)
No crack of thunder, (no, no thunder)
just the ocean coming 'round.

[Verse 2]
Grandma was humming low, shelling shrimp into a pale blue bowl.
She looked out at the water, said, "'Hush now, the ocean's just breathin' deep.'"
You didn't know what kind of breath could make the marsh grass lose control,
or steal the buzzing from the secrets that the katydids all keep.

[Chorus]
And oh, the world goes under (ooh, goes under)
In a soft and holy sound. (a holy sound)
No crack of thunder, (no, no thunder)
just the ocean coming 'round.

[Bridge]
Funny how you feel it now, driving west on Memorial Drive.
That same glass air before the silence falls.
Some storms just take the roof, some storms take everything inside.

[Outro]
The ocean's just breathing deep.
(breathing deep, breathing deep...)