Lyrics:
Oh, the sun rolls down, big as a miracle
And fades from the Midwest sky
And the corn and the trees wave in the breeze
As if to say goodbye
Oh, my
rusted from the rain
Oh, the sun will shine again
I'm rusted from the rain, I'm rusted from the rain
Oh, the sun will shine again
I'm rusted from
rusted from the rain
Oh, the sun will shine again
I'm rusted from the rain, I'm rusted from the rain
Oh, the sun will shine again
I'm rusted from
I try to hold on but I'm calloused to the bone
Maybe that's why I feel alone
Yeah, maybe that's why I feel so alone
'Cause me, I'm rusted
I try to hold on but I'm calloused to the bone
Maybe that's why I feel alone
Yeah, maybe that's why I feel so alone
'Cause me, I'm rusted
Wipe the footprints off my dash
Tore up those sun-faded photographs
Threw 'em in the wind, ya'll can have it back
I'm outta here
I stuck my
Oh, the sun rolls down, big as a miracle
And fades from the Midwest Sky
And the corn and the trees wave in the breeze
As if to say goodbye
Oh, my
Through the stillness of night
Came the call of a coyote choir
And the song
Of the wind in the wire
As it strummed the rusted strings
It sang of long
The mango and the cashew trees
Which only now they're clearing brush from under
Rusted husks of blown up trucks
Line the roadway north of town
Like
So tight, this crown of barbed wire
It's destiny I wear
It splits the skin to the soul
This jagged wreath I bear
This rusted empire I own
called Rearview Town)
Wipe the footprints off my dash
Tore up those sun faded photographs
Threw 'em in the wind, ya'll can have her back
I'm outta
To watch the desert sun go down
Ridin' down the canyon just to watch the sun go down
A picture that no artist ever could paint
White faced cattle are
‘Cause this rusted world can’t satisfy
There’s nothing here that will survive
The night will end
The sun will rise
On a city where life will never die
The rusted chains of prison moons
Are shattered by the sun
I walk a road horizons change
The tournament's begun
The purple piper plays his tune
the sun
Though its glow is waxed in black
All except when 'neath the trees of Eden
The lamppost stands with folded arms
Its iron claws attached
To watch the desert sun go down
Ridin' down the canyon to watch the sun go down
A picture that no artist e'er could paint
White faced cattle lowin'
the sun
Though its glow is waxed in black
All except when 'neath the trees of Eden
The lamppost stands with folded arms
Its iron claws attached
over
Yet I cant let go
I'm getting closer
But you're already gone
Rusted burning rose
I wanna feel the ground
Connecting our soul (to this)
Rusted
The rusted chains of prison moons
Are shattered by the sun
I walk a road horizons change
The tournament's begun
The purple piper plays his tune
And the Indian sun is rising
Instead of going down
Navajo, Navajo
The people call the people from
Ten thousand years ago navajo, Navajo
From the land
a vast high powered rocket to the core of the sun
Want to read books in the studies of men
Born on the breeze and die on the wind
If I was an artist
And as the rain drips acidic questions around me
I block out the sight of the powers that be
Duck away into the darkness, times up
I wind up in a rusted world
a vast high powered rocket to the core of the sun
Want to read books in the studies of men
Born on the breeze and die on the wind
If I was an artist
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