So this road is getting weary
It sags beneath our feet
It sighs as its miles groan
It curves gently and quietly weeps
It knows somehow we are leaving
As if it can hear us breathing
Our unlaid plans and damaged dreams
Sucking them in like vapour streams
Its black heart beating down a heavy sun
It knows, somehow, its time has come
So this town is getting lonely
It misses us too soon
As if we've been away too far
Like winter sun to summer moon
Sometimes this world stirs a breeze
To fill up our sails or occasionally
Its iron heart might just melt a degree
And swallow up a small part of you or me
It shutters its doors upon us
And we break, like so many a promise
Of unpaid dues and I love you's
Tearing apart like paper news
Our deep hearts pounding like a kettle drum
We know, somehow, our time has come