End of the night, end of the book
Bit of the road where nobody looks
Written in the clouds, whispers underground
It'll all disappears, if the dead turn around
And there's nothing anyone can say
That can prepare you when they take you away
Rolling down Main Street in the Sunday stitches
There another one goes
Tell me a lie, tell me it's truth
Wrap it with ribbons, tight like a noose
A gift for the judge and the hangman as well
Some have been on heaven but here's where we dwell
Someone in the land between the lakes
Where all our hope stumbles or stares
Vanish before we make our move
And there's another one gone
Well, the longer you stay around
The more you feel alone
All my friends are shadows
Stretching past the city limits
And they're running from the rising sun
And there's nothing anyone can say
That can prepare you when they take you away
Saturday's dreams buried along those ditches
That's the way the story goes
