You don't have to live with your own death,that's on everybody else. everyone but you can see how this ends and no, It doesn't end well. when I was younger you took me to see your mother, in that home she came to haunt. I've never seen a man any better than you were when she started to talk. That's our Bill, wild Bill, wild man of Ankenny field. Anything can be forgiven if you go back far enough no one blames you anymore more for getting angry we all know how you had to come up she used to leave you alone in the evenings, wonder bread and gun smoke on t.v. so you could spend the next thirty years trying to figure out how a man is supposed to be Our Bill, wild Bill, Wild man of Ankenny field I remember Halloween when you came home late from work dead tired, flat tired, still wearing that dirty old work shirt you took us running through the moonlight, ghosts running through the trees moans and screams, make believe, happy halloween there's a kind of thing you have to pass on no matter how hard you try you did everything you could and we love for trying so much harder to get it right. I'm taking the kids out this halloween and they're dressed up just like we were, I got back late, no time to change, still wearing that dirty old work shirt. you should see the look on their faces, as they come running through the trees, moans and screams, make believe, just like back in '93.

Looking out over Railroad and Holly, At all of the invalids and jugglalos as they aggregate Like some kind of long forgotten tribe; Cast out into the desert of their lives, Hovering like moths around streetlights, Spilling from the foul mouth of midnight. What a beautiful city at night if you can just get past, All the broken glass. Used to be my favorite waste of time, getting dizzy at the bars, By the herald sign. If you lived here, you'd be stoned by now. Everything's better when Roy's around. (simply Roy) He found fresh hell to raise and he won't put it down 'til some one come along and kicks us out And we head up Holly, towards Billy Frank Way Just like we used to in that wild salad daze. Good times don't fail me now, Don't let the night end when the sun comes out. Walking home nearly three in the morning, Past the crumbling houses where you left too many lovers out to dry. Desperate to get out before they realized, The monster you become at sunrise Your true form revealed before their eyes Loneliness will make you someone you despise. You hurt a lot of folks along the way just figuring shit out Then again so do they. Do you wish you could've found a better way when did what you did Trying to escape? Everyone leaves wreckage in their wake And everyone is someone's last mistake. You forgive and you forget and hope they do the same in kind. Everyone is somewhere, somebody leaves behind. Memories echo through the empty streets. Half of them honey and the other half just sting. Good times don't fail me no, Don't let the night in, when the sun comes out.

Well, the riverbed's been half undressed, every summer more naked still, and I can see the lines in the limestone banks, Where the water used to fill. one day that dam will empty and we'll all just have to leave and they'll talk about the golden days, in the desert that used to be green. please don't talk about the golden days in a desert that used to be green. You're family's been here forever, if forever was some kind of house, a carpenter's gothic, your grandfather constructed for the life he was carving out for all those who'd soon follow after and lay beside him under the yew trees one day some one is gonna dig us all up in a desert that used to be green and they'll wonder what kind of life it was in the desert that used to be green. Well the fruit from the black cottonwoods, is floating through the empty streets like they're breeze bound for some rumored promised land on summer's exhale of relief, millions in vigil and searching for some lush unsung wellspring, out of Eden, out of Canaan, and the desert that used to be green. out of Eden, out of Canaan, and the desert that used to be green.

I'm dancing with a down power line no one can see but me, but I'm falling behind I know the steps look lithe, but I ain't keeping time I'm dancing with a down power line I'm driving blind through the middle of the night none of the other cars on the road even flash their brights I pull the lever but I just can't trick the lights I'm driving blind through the middle of the night I'm dancing with a down power line

I felt it for the first time, on my way home when the light was falling just right like some kind of code. it felt like you whispering something only I'd know and I had to pull over, to the shoulder for fear that my heart might explode Do you remember that first Indian summer, out on the lake, sometime in late September, you and I camping on the shoreline? When you waded out up to your waist in the water, as clear and blue as our unborn daughter's eyes, like they could pull down the sky? Well I know that it had to end, I know we can't go back but I'll hold on to that memory when everything's fading to black 'cos when I'm driving home down I-84 East, I Get this feeling I'm still there with you somewhere out there in Grand Jean some one please wake me up, I have to get back my love is waiting, yeah she's waiting, and the light is fading fast. Took me close to half a life time, to find I lost my way spending so much of my waking life, working for a dream some day. Hoping to buy a little more time with you selling what little time is left. Must be something in the water, a spell that we're under for a life like this to even make sense Do you remember that first Indian summer, out on the lake, sometime in late September, you and I camping on the shoreline? When you waded out up to your waist in the water, as clear and blue as our unborn daughter's eyes, like they could pull down the sky? Well I know that it had to end, but when I'm living my last I'll hold on to that memory when everything's fading to black. And if it happens when I'm asleep, if I'm untethered in a dream meet me back in this place, that's where I'll wait, up on Imogene. 'cos when I'm driving home down I-84 East, I Get this feeling I'm still there with you and this is all some waking dream. some one please wake me up, I have to get back my love is waiting, yeah she's waiting, and the light is fading fast.