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On the outskirts of expansion, looking out from Blueprint peakThe flow is flooding of urban setters panning through riversrunning dry.Numbers roll on in, smiling a lottery grin, a sadness blurs theeye…It’s just a matter of time before they’re moving onIt’s just a matter of time before they’re moving onDoesn’t take much time for plans to go wrongand chase another ghost of a chance.In the shadows of chain-store ghost townswhere no one walks the streets at night,a silent nation hooked on medication,stares into a blue flickering light.the young drift off aloneand the old are whisked awayand prospects keep looking up,but the line’s getting longer on the lost highway,the line’s getting longer on the superstition highwayDoesn’t take much time for plans to go astrayand chase another ghost of a chanceThey say deep down inside, lie properties of a healingkind,If so it’d better come around soonand do a little bit of service and repairdo a little bit of service and repairdo a little more service and repairDoesn’t take much time for plans to changeand offer up another chancefor a little bit more service and repairdo a little bit of service and repairDoesn’t take much time for plans to changeand offer up another chanceat sewing the dream better suited for both soul andsoil.

One more drink tonight as your gray stallion rests / Where he lays in the reins / For all of the speed and the strength he gave / One more kiss tonight from some tall stable girl

Her eyes are closed now that final breath is near / She lets go of my hand and i fall into a see of tears / Search for the trail that we were both riding / Lost sometime ago

Follow the current through the city that lies in ruins / Bottle is washed up but the message is missing / Heroes and ghosts, graveyards and buildings / Pay the price of admission

Yeah, said it’s all right / I won’t forget / All the times i’ve waited patiently for you / And you’ll do just what you choose to do

Spring is frozen now i’m stuck in low / Wrapped with wire, tapped to the heart / Can’t find no poison, now i’ve got no cure / (the) fangs are stuck inside my skin

love the run but not the race / all alone in a silent way / world drifts in and the world’s a stranger / in a light, eclipsed and alienated