An idiot wind's a blowin'

You told me once that it was hopeless
that life was the way it was
You are never here and I am too
you said that its.... just because

Our soul lies on tracks that slaves laid down
our ashes make the sunset red
You taught the masses everywhere
but I never understood those words you said

I'm sorry.  

It doesn't matter now.

I can't forget your eyes that night
and the way you hang your head
Life goes on and prophet saviors die
but in the end we all retire... to our own bed

Our soul lies on tracks that slaves laid down
our ashes make the sunset red
You taught the masses everywhere
but I never understood those words you said

I'm sorry.  

It doesn't matter now.

If time would ever forget to fly
you'd slow your car but still drive by
Warm hands would touch my cold blue lips
and you would know the way I died... without you

Our soul lies on tracks that slaves laid down
our ashes make the sunset red
You taught the masses everywhere
but I never understood those words you said

I'm sorry.  

It doesn't matter now

and probably never did.

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