Where do all the no shows go?
Do they stay home or create a world that's conducive to
A lifetime of celebration and falling around
Our minor achievements and major failingsall in a line
And the trimmings of the grass have been thrown out with all our dreams and pheromones
To become compost of words and salivations
That nourish all and nothing's that's alive
And at the same time all the people stepped outside and cried
There's scant belief found in this town
There's scant belief found in this town
Time be sifting through the sands ghosting over lands making unreasonable demands
Time be sifting through the sands ghosting over lands making unreasonable demands
There's scant belief found in this town
There's scant belief found in this town