Ogallala

Hiding from the cops in Ogallala, Nebraska

Getting dropped off on a county line

You were so mean, but I had to keep walking

We walked that state on Highway 30 time

And I was in love with my American footprint

Tracks of blood left out in the snow

Salt lick beacon, burnt by electrical fencing

Half moon rising, headlights down below

Now what do I do with this terrible feeling?

Been all these years I'm driving the same highway stretch

You know that scene at the end of "Titanic"?

Well I'm the one who's still playing on the deck

Meet me back in a San Francisco bookstore

Down the stairs, in the poetry aisle

We'll get lost in a city forgotten

'Cause I don't like change and I hate goodbyes

Now what do you turn into when all reality's blending?

An image of a photocopy of a lie?

I used to think I was born into the wrong generation

But now I know I made it right on time

To watch the world burn

To watch the world burn

To watch the world burn

With a tear in my eye

To watch the world burn

To watch the world burn

To watch the world burn

I'm right on time

In the autumn

I'll be waiting around

Meet me in the autumn

In the garden

Well, well