Walkabouts
Forever Gone

Streaks of light
on the graveyard walk
your bright satr was crashin`
crashin` the dark
dreamed of a cold night
to freeze it in place
dreamed of ship bells and thunder
ringin` us under
dreamed all the way home
that you`d never go
talked up and down it
mornin`, noon and night
alone in the optimists chair
said our instincts were right
but now I know the clean choice
was the worst choice of all
I`d rather feel guilt
than this desert inside
I`d rather steal wicked
than lay down in pride
gone forever
forever gone
made a mess of this town
but that`s what we always do
throwin` glass to the floor
now it`s cuttin` right through
more than a year`s time
`til ya give up the scheme
my wood matches meltin`
the ghosts from your wedding ring
never trusted fate
but I wish that I had
fate is what answered
your slow cry for help
fate was your motive
your fate was yourself
gone forever
forever gone
made a mess of this town
but that`s what we always do
throwin` glass to the floor
now it`s cuttin` right through
gone forever
forever gone
I`d rather feel guilt
than this desert inside
I`d rather steal wicked
than lay down in pride
seems like a long time... oooh!