The Great Enlightenment

The seasons in this town all look the same And I've lost all track of where I am I hear a song when I call your name And miss the scents of the ground after the rains We are aching for the walls to fall Into the great enlightenment Let's not wait until its dawn my love Before we hit the highway Dangerous times To live on the outskirts of town With open fields all around Keeping you from going downtown To smile to camera on time On Friday in the boulevard Where everything's going down When everything's going down We are aching for the walls to fall Into the great enlightenment Let's not wait until its dawn my love Before we hit the highway