I've been lost so long I can barely see Clawing halfway home, hit the edge of Kansas City
One small swansong in my head across the ground I was the chimes moving on through the wind Ever word was empty sound
Close your eyes, baby sleep, float across the gentle sea Every dream turning grey holds the promises of rain Coming
I smelled the wind and it turned me back like a staggering blow We came to the edge and I shut my eyes (I could tell you what we found there, but nobody really wants to know)
Please, just take us home! There's nothing left to stand on here anymore
Close your eyes, baby sleep, float across the gentle sea Every cloud turning grey holds the promises of rain coming
