The iron of our eyes

Is hammered into shape

The sparks begin to fly

The air cannot escape

We lionize the heart

And demonize the brain

The time we set aside

So quickly swept away…

Where do we go from here?

Road weary heart

World worn out soul

Where we go to rot…and roll

Cuz there’s never been a better time to arrive!

Where neon meets the rain

Inescapably

Sharper than cocaine

With all the certainty

It hollows out the heart

And leaves a stone in place

To say our world is a ghost town now

Is just to understate

I didn’t predict we’d still be at this, but here we are

Road weary heart

World worn out soul

Where we go to rot…and roll

Cuz there’s never been a better time to arrive!

No, there's never been a better time to arrive!