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 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 flames
Ex-widows
Someone has been done to me

So they believe their conductor is the leader of the pack
Killing time into conducting then they're never looking back, yeah

And then Table had to chase it
And Time hopped the back
And Thanks cut the cables
And they're running out of tracks, yeah yeah

So they kissed the farmer's daughters with their pockets full of gold
And they drawed 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