Young hearts buried in falling sand
Heavy hangs the head
As this road stretches our spirits thin
With engine lungs forever failing
Out running poverty with you
Out running loneliness with you
May death find us well
May its locust breath caress your cheek like old lovers do
How the absence of grace has stolen my youth
Drained you dry in the rip tide of crashing cars
A scar for every heart
No shelter from the rising sea
No savior for the children of slum city
Think of me as the wreckage
And our great nostalgia, the roaring ambulance
Outrunning forever