Before I had nothing but time sitting around waiting in line
Paying just to give it away sweat and tears for weeks and days
Plants growing out of every crack and they wave at me as I head back
To the last little home where you can see the lights are on
Outpost at the end of the world just sitting here with my dog
I don't know where they have gone
It's just me and my thoughts in this little home
Walking these desolate grounds there's nothing that I haven't found
Footprints leave mud on the floor I've been kicking stones that've been kicked before
Empty room wasn't always this way maybe not even today
Drop of fuel in some dried out tank the lonely streets on a quiet Sunday
The worlds empty I lament the sky desert sun and poison tides
Clouds of nothingness lingering inside my head
It's been months since I've seen a soul never thought I'd miss the people
Used to only make me mad tired, frustrated and sad
Outpost at the end of the line sitting here losing my mind
I don't know where they have gone I hope it's somewhere unusual