Well, a goodbye never seems finished Just like these songs that I write They hang aloft like stars in the night But there's nothing there but the illusion of a light And you, you could've been mine Your mother, she's an actress And we're all putting on a

Holy Moses I have been deceived He's my brother let us live in peace Holy Moses I have been removed I have seen the spectre he has been here too Distant cousin from down the line Brand of people who ain't my kind Now the wind has changed direction and

Some things just do not exist Hopeless and distant, we sway side to side In the twisting, I see myself Pixelated, construed, I am reaching out For something, for me to hold on to But I never do Failing, I never will And some days I'll be the evoked of

And the sound of distant thunder. The tall weeds lay flat down On the hard flat Kansas ground. And a sad song in her head, Kept blowin' round. She barely even knew his name,

So hold on, Hold on to what we are, Hold on to your heart. In the spring we made a boat Out of feathers, out of bones. We set fire to our homes, Walking barefoot in the snow. Distant rhythm of the drum As we drifted towards the storm.

Fascinating rhythm, Got a little rhythm, a rhythm, a rhythm That pit-a-pats through my brain; So darn persistent, The day isn't distant When it'll drive me insane. Comes in the morning Without any warning, And hangs around me all day.

On and on and on, on, on, on Could you carry me? Back to where we started from On and on, could you carry me? How we got so far, you and me Almost like there's oceans between us, us So I need to know Back into your heart again Right into your distant

(Lover, lover, lover) Distant lover, lover So many miles away Heaven knows that I long for you Every night, every night I plan, sometimes I dance Through the day You should think about me And say a prayer for me

History's so strong This the distant dawn I put my cards up on the table I do this speak cause I am able One pixie's broken down devotion I threw my pistol in the ocean Eyes wide with revelation Shine at the police station And when the verdict comes round

And the sound of distant thunder. The tall weeds lay flat down On the hard flat Kansas ground. And a sad song in her head, Kept blowin' round. She barely even knew his name,