The air is heavy

And the lights lead somewhere far away

And the night is

Uh

Powdered and I'm headed into another black coffee dawn

Nights like this I feel the weight of history

And I hear somebody explaining it in my ear up close

All these obligations

The coffee cup

That one with the lipstick stain is on my mind

A dried coffee ring

A ring around the moon

And neon in a haze

I figured that tears is nothing

When I see a floodplain stretch out harsh in the moonlight

And the river of blood that flows through it

They tore down the king-bridge last year

And built up a new one

But I will not cross that bridge

I know why

And I don't know

I know

And I don't know

In a way it had to end

There comes a time when people don't understand

When the stones will speak in a strange language

And all those dreams

All those fears and hopes

Don't make any sense any more

Something tired

Something weary

Something hurt hangs in the air fearsome

Terrible and they leave the lights on in this town all night

For fear of the darkness

When you're young you learn to love the thing that is despised

That is unloved itself

And unwanted

And you may come to dream a dream

And see a vision of a future that will never be

But what if the vision is too strong

And the dream comes at an age that's too young so

What does happen to the dream deferred does

It shrivel like a raisin in the sun I know

And I don't know

I know and I don't know

We all live in ghost towns one way or the other

Each of us lives in a ghost town

And they leave the lights on in this town all night

For fear of the darkness

And a radio is playing all night

For the fear of silence

The silence of someone's thoughts