Waystation

As blind red breaks upon the ridge over the choke
And our bright eyes blink into the light that sets the burn
We can only lay down and forsake
Bones that join the wires to cut horizons

Do do do
Do do do
Do do do do do
Lo lo lo
Lived out on the line
Do do do
Do do do do do do do
Here's what's left behind

Lays of high thread pull and tug us back into the gray
They feign hard mouths biting through the conversating sky
Heat leaves nothing left but white on white
No night to set this lost frontier in motion

Do do do
Do do do
Do do do do do
Lo lo lo
Lived out on the line
Do do do
Do do do do do
Lo lo lo
Here's what's left behind

As the wires pluck and bow
I cling onto the things I left so far behind
S.O.S. the ghost tocsins, fondest desires
But that's what I dream about
I see, I say, I listen for another sign
Before the line pulls me on
Dee dee dee

Do do do
Do do do
Do do do do do
Do lo lo
Do do do
Do do do do do
Do oh
Do do do
Do do do do do
Lo lo lo