Ogallala

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 straight

On Highway 30 time

And I was in love

With my American footprint

Tracks of blood

Left out in the snow

Silent 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

Ooh

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