Texty: A Silver Mt. Zion. Goodbye Desolate Railyard.

So goodbye
Lovely traintracks
Goodbye
Broken trees
The devil
Poured his concrete
Across all
Our empty fields
From shadows
Across our sunrise
And sand beneath our wheels
So goodbye lovely warehouse
And goodbye sleeping weeds
Your beauty was a shining thing
That fell away from me

Everybody gets a little lost sometimes