Service and Repair

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 in they're moving on It's just a matter of time before they're moving on Doesn't take much time for plans to go wrong And chase another ghost of a chance. In the shadow of chain-store 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 And chase another ghost of a chance They say deep down inside, lie properties of a healing Kind, If so it'd better come around soon And 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 Do 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.