Hiding from the cops in Ogallala, Nebraska
Getting dropped off on a county line
You were so mean, but I had to keep walking
We walked that state on Highway 30 time
And I was in love with my American footprint
Tracks of blood left out in the snow
Salt lick beacon, burnt by electrical fencing
Half moon rising, headlights down below
Now what do I do with this terrible feeling?
Been all these years I'm driving the same highway stretch
You know that scene at the end of "Titanic"?
Well I'm the one who's still playing on the deck
Meet me back in a San Francisco bookstore
Down the stairs, in the poetry aisle
We'll get lost in a city forgotten
'Cause I don't like change and I hate goodbyes
Now what do you turn into when all reality's blending?
An image of a photocopy of a lie?
I used to think I was born into the wrong generation
But now I know I made it right on time
To watch the world burn
To watch the world burn
To watch the world burn
With a tear in my eye
To watch the world burn
To watch the world burn
To watch the world burn
I'm right on time
In the autumn
I'll be waiting around
Meet me in the autumn
In the garden
Well, well
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