Ogallala

Hiding from the cops In Ogallala, Nebraska Getting dropped off On a county line You were so mean But I had to keep walking We walked that straight On Highway 30 time And I was in love With my American footprint Tracks of blood Left out in the snow Silent beacon Burnt by electrical fencing Half moon rising Headlights down below Now what do I do With this terrible feeling? Been all these years, I'm driving The same highway stretch You know that scene At the end of Titanic? Well, I'm the one who's Still playing on the deck Meet me back In a San Francisco bookstore Down the stairs In the poetry aisle We'll get lost In a city forgotten 'Cause I don't like change And I hate goodbyes Now what do you turn into When all reality's blending? An image of A photocopy of a lie I used to think I was born Into the wrong generation But now I know I made it right on time To watch the world burn To watch the world burn To watch the world burn With a tear in my eye To watch the world burn To watch the world burn To watch the world burn I'm right on time In the autumn I'll be waiting around Meet me in the autumn In the garden Well, well Ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh