Uncovering The Old

Turn it down, start it over

Alone is such an ugly game

Pay it back, pay it forward

Nothing means nothing to me

So they went down to the station

They were looking for a ride

They were running out of ink

They were running out of time, yeah

And with the color of the whistle

With the sounding of the smoke

I repeat it in a picture

I repeat it in a joke, yeah, yeah

Loud clothes, quiet earings

Black nights, white shadows, a bone and a key

Old flame, ex-widows

Someone has been done to me

So they believed that their conductor

Is the leader of the pack

Killing time into conducting then

They're never looking back, yeah

And the table had to chase it

And the time hopped back

And the things that cut the cable

And they're running down the tracks, yeah, yeah

So they kissed the farmer's daughters

With their pockets full of gold

And they draw the shades and lockets

On the corner of the window

In a can under the kitchen, in an unmarked grave

They're uncovering the old

Where are you going?

Where are you going?