The Vanishing Wild

Degenerates step to the front

Are you good at getting what you don't want

A little time left in the sun

Cold Comfort of a broken gun

I settled all my debts unpaid

With ticker tape from a Karma Parade

Like a memory sketched in sanguine 

It's fleeting

Like all of the wild that's vanishing

I do believe that we've arrived

All my favorite drivers couldn't drive

How are we supposed to fill the hole?

With wastrel hearts and consumer souls

I settled all my debts unpaid 

With ticker tape from a Karma Parade

After all these years I will still sing

For nothing 

For all of the Wild that's Vanishing