We wipe the chaff from our hands And the sweat off of our brows We mourn the old setting sun And our empty bank accounts For all the damages we've done in the service of a dream They say, baby, you'll pay dearly Oh how these roads make us old And the sunrise makes us quake We live for scant scraps of hope Laid along the interstate Of all the places we'll go, we'll wind up memory and debris And I'll say, kid, you're coming with me I'll close my eyes and pretend to pray that the rain never ends But when the oceans dry up, I'll know enough is enough And I'll sing softly I guess I'll see you around We'll take the last thing we know And we'll let it run our lives Serenade the devil with those songs We've sang too many times That just blow by and leave us numb with the thrill of our defeat I'll keep the habit if it kills me Holy ghost Let us live until we're forgotten Hold me close To the floors of masterless oceans Holy ghost To the souls of motherless orphans Hold me close Til our histories lay still in their coffins