Today is a broken promise
tomorrow a silent curse
The memories of yesterday just make it worse
Nothing can seem quite as flat
as a desert full of night
When we know behind the horizon
lies a perfect source of light
There are battered bones in Denver
shattered hearts in Montreal
A little town in Idaho has seen it all
We sleep with both ears open
with a finger at the wrist
We wait for words from virgin lips
that still have not been kissed
With one eye on a microscope
and one eye dead and blind
We study traces of the worms inside our mind
We are told that life's for living
and that living should be joy
What then wilts the fruiting dreams
of every girl and boy
The sun shines down on tropic isles
on wastes of ice and snow
But we keep running breathless toward Buffalo
