On the outskirts
of expansion
looking out
from blueprint peak
The flow is flooding
of urban settlers
panning through
rivers running dry
Numbers roll on in
smiling a lottery grin
a sadness
blurs the eye
It's just
a matter of time
and they're moving on
it's just
a matter of time
before they're moving on
and doesn't take much time
for plans to go wrong
and chase another ghost
of a chance
In the shadows
of chainstore
ghost towns
where no one walks
the streets at night
The silent nation
hooked on medication
stares into a blue
flickering light
The young
drift off alone
and the old
are whisked away
and prospects
keep looking up
But the line is
getting long
on the lost highway
the line's
getting longer
on the lost highway
doesn't take much time
for plans to go astray
chase another ghost
of a chance
They say
deep down inside
lie properties
of a healing kind
If so
better come around soon
Do a little bit of
service
and repair
do a little bit of
service
and repair
do a little more
service
and repair
doesn't take much time
for plans to change
and offer up
another chance
For a little bit more
service
and repair
a little bit more
service
and repair
doesn't take much time
for plans to change
and offer up
another chance
at sewing the dream
better suited
for both soul and soil