This old ghost town is a world gone missing
Empty assets, empty living
We're counting grains of sand for something of worth
Saloon's dry!
No feelings in a bottle
The gold mine's been buried, beneath a thousand years of products
We're counting grains of sand for something of worth
And it doesn't matter that it's not your fault
The well's gonna dry up when you least expect it
But at least "it's not your fault, it's someone else's."
We lined the walls with all our fictional gold
And they'll be here a long time after the humans die
The lonely buildings with no people to hold
They're intact inside