Empire Builder

The apocalypse is incoming

Only moving slow and unevenly

The Empire Builder, returning east

Like the rising blade of the guillotine

And North Dakota, metastasizing

The oil shales and the entropy

And the waves of darkness fold over me

As the dying sun goes down

In the dining car, in my assigned seat

My neighbor's conversation's turning ugly

A labyrinth of conspiracies

Proving he is good, and he's got enemies

And tiny points of light I see haphazardly

Scattered in the void, like so much bird feed

And I hope it's enough

An empty hallway, a phone ringing

It goes on forever, no one's answering

Concept of God, ever slippery

Are you outside of time? Are you in everything?

I'll find the sacred buried in me

And I will cut it out while everyone is watching

It will not be enough

I know you're feeling like you're overmatched

Like the world's against you, like the deck is stacked

But don't get started, you're smarter than that

You and I, we both know that

Everybody's angry

And everybody's lonely

And maybe it's hopeless

And maybe love is not enough

But let's not rule out the possibility