let us garlands bring

centralia

monumental masterpiece

fading in the sun

picture windows billboard signs

to view when something's wrong

rusted river towns

twisted metal lines

power lines pull grey skies down

falling through the air

children playing figure skating

snowfall covered lawns

monday morning without warning

the face to face the pain

infrastructure

the neon lights

hands spinning out of time

echoed laughter

the sirens wail and then fade

santa carolina

california dust golden day

a thousand blackened hours

vacant soul

river blinding white

over flattened land

conversation drives

faith in reward

water running slow

returning from

distant falling rains

motion holds

amber glow

horizon light

faith in the reward

a prize trough palace gates

an end to suffering the pain

acceptance of who we are

at terms with whose at fault

where to place the blame

offshore

hurricane windswept march

a road leading to the sea

a landmark for defeat

ghost waltz fishing camps

her presence and her delta eyes

stained glass mystery

abandoned boats drift by

stillness and debris

security light

the thundercast

white heat and misery

twisted trail of fire

we're losing you to your desires

in rooms with ocean views

a family in peril

broken destroyed within

parades and worn concrete

rusted oak and dragonflies

a masquerade ball

a mardi gras mask

a cheap facade

white heat and misery

silvergate

it's cold outside

isolation in the wild

many mountains to climb

to silvergate

where the days are wild

night falls fast and dark inside

the stillness awaits

in a barren mine

where our fathers dig

to uncover their sons alive

a snow melt in spring

an avalanche

a rescue attempt in vain

the stillness waits in silvergate

summer ends (instrumental)

autumn wake

autumn falling

the seasons change

i'll change your mind

focused within

an open space

a wounded loss

this reckless life

i wondered lost

stretched into lines

a willowed stare

the windshield dries

from desert sun

the station blurs

dreaming awake

pale morning sun

a colored dawn

scorched and burned

for the time

for what's left

for the sameness

that's overhead

for the air

that's all alone

for the seasons

woven time

the station blurs

dreaming awake

pale morning sun

a colored dawn

scorched and burned

light in august

the southern cross provides

then buries them alive underfoot

the frozen days at fall

the burdening weight at work

belief in the cause

the light in august hides

the distance in our lives

weathered through the night

to carry what is mine

the wash of screendor haze

as autumn fades away to frost

the valley floor goes pale

the last of harvest bailed

in wait for cold

the light in august hides

the distance in our lives

weathered through the night

to carry what is mine

upstate*

frozen rain

frozen dawn

icy lakes

morning sun

we see our breath

and drive upstate

another day

another time

a different state

a different life

who we were

who we are

drifting through

underneath

a common wealth

forgotten faith

dreaming of space

covered retraced

remember the way

failing with doubt

they journeyed without

courageous unsure

on borrowed time

weathered the days

no end to the line

turning their backs

forests of black

cumberland gap

nights laid in wait

morning unfolds

fiery cold

winding throughout

retracing their steps

forging the path

horizons of stone

remembered your name

recalling your face

unable to say

unable to speak

to see you again

 

(*LP only)

(((errance)))

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