| in the last days of america, how will the time go by, without a road to travel, beneath the blocks of sky, down where justice lands on traitors, but disbelieves the poor, in the last days of america, how will you know for sure? all of the long time away, so long, sorrow across the sky in the heart you like to wonder, in the night you like to run, without a star to guide you, you are the only one who thinks that these constellations are not the only way to read the leaves of heaven that wrap around the day and when justice comes between us, and we hide behind our eyes, in the last days of america, a song is slow to rise all of the long time away, so long, sorrow across the sky do you lay in the dark, twist up your eyes, up to the light and the spinning sky? |