Ghost of a railroad, still a trace of snow.
The first to go if the depot blows.
A silo full of bullet holes reflect on the soul,
Reflecting white, a beacon in the cold.
CHORUS
And the west desert's the perfect place to
Retrace our steps 'til we wear out our shoes
And throw our souls out the rolled down windows.
I've got all night and a weighed down mind.
Let's rewind over and over
Do you recall the time out past the county line
We found a vault, and thought it was a mine?
The locks of course were boxed and bored, we started to grind.
With one hinge left, we left it all behind.
credits
from Beneath the Churchyard Tree,
released October 25, 2010
Dan Jackson - Vox, Guitar
Al Deans - Percussion, Guitar
Taylor McCarrey - Bass
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