Dystope

I know I said I'd call you
But things took a little longer than planned
Last thousand miles were nothing but smoke and drylands
Keep seeing these strange signs in the desert
Just painted wood numbers and symbols
Your brother Jack never showed I don't think he made it
Think I'll try and find a drink and turn in for the night
Tell the kids... Tell the kids... i don't know
Just tell them I'll be home in a few days
Tell them I'll be home soon

In the last bitter hour
The closing of the day
I need some place clean and clear
Try and get my head on straight

Rushing headlong to God knows what
In a culture void of light
I need your arms around me now
I need your second sight

I remember you in a summer dress
Like a goddess in a green field of hay
It was the season when our innocence
Dried up and blew away



Credits
Writer(s): James Scott
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