a town of disrespect

the trains are wrecked

the night is younger than us

nowhere is anywhere else

you keep to yourself

stirring the dregs

where I have laid



the exit signs are flashing

dead ends, they won't 



I pledged the rest

I should have guessed

your love was hangin by threads

tongues tied under the moon

my love is a room

of broken bottles and tangled webs



the miser's wind 

their minds like clocks 

that grind their gears

on and on



and if it's meant some accident

some coincidence

crumbs fall out of the sky

when you wander by

the dust clouds blow,

and nobody's home



Oh won't you lay my bags

upon the funeral fire

and sing it again



Oh won't you lay my bags

upon the funeral fire

and sing it again