So, my love, there's nothing left but for us to run To a distant open space safe from this warming sun There'll be nobody to greet us and no goodbyes We've got to make this all gone And leave behind this fading sky Step and step, mile by mile, through the western gorge Until the river has run, gone, and the cliffs look down no more So let the mountains face us and the armies chase us We'll stay low to the ground, and we'll make no noises There comes a time, a time of ending Here at the Midwest's beginning We've left no signs, no trails, no holes We'll find an open space, find an open space to go