What a relief No one can see There's a heavy-lidded window Closing off a room I gotta leave Sun-faded sign Hillside Hotel Everyone is severed From something or another Gotta move on The twilight A warm wind blowing Down the blue-black highway Oh, how it gave Below the weight The town laid waste We're better off anyway The twilight A warm wind blowing The twilight A warm wind blowing What a relief Sweet disbelief Driving from the wreckage The rigid valley left behind High into the hills where we can see Praise the Void