In the hollows where the wild winds moan

Under skies that stretch like old maps drawn

I walk through fields where once the flowers bloomed

Now they’re scattered, like lost dreams in the gloom

So let the timber rot and let the iron turn to rust

I’ve seen the face of God inside a cloud of Texas dust

I’m walking into midnight with a lantern made of bone

And I’m finally at peace… being utterly alone

Through the ruins where the last light fades

I find a whisper of the sacred shades

Each step a echo of my silent soul

A ghost of what I was, now just a trail of gold

So let the timber rot and let the iron turn to dust

I’ve seen the face of God inside a cloud of Texas dust

I’m walking into midnight with a lantern made of bone

And I’m finally at peace… being utterly alone

So let the timber rot and let the iron turn to rust

I’ve seen the face of God inside a cloud of Texas dust

I’m walking into midnight with a lantern made of bone

And I’m finally at peace… being utterly alone.