The Horizon Is a Beltway

The horizon is a beltway that we may never cross

The tops of buildings tremble like children lorn and lost

The stain runs deep it's deeper than the blood upon the cross.

The horizon is a beltway that we may never cross.

You'll hear that distant love song when the wind blows right

Hear the whistle blowing put a tear into your eye

You hear the distant love song but widows know the lie

The horizon is a beltway, the skyline is on fire.

The skyline is on fire, the skyline is on fire

The horizon is a beltway and the skyline is on fire

You come up from the lowlands to the city on the air

Where pilrims and commissioners currate Christian fare

From Havisu to Brownsville feel the long unbroken stare

I wonder what it smells like in that city on the air

You'll hear that distant love song when the wind blows right

Just the same blue love song made my grand dad cry

You'll hear the whistle blowing put a tear drop in your eye

The horizon is a beltway, and the skyline is on fire.

The skyline is on fire, the skyline is on fire

You'll hear the distant love song, when the skyline is on fire

The skyline is on fire, the skyline is on fire

The horizon is a beltway and the skyline is on fire

This old house stood empty now for fifteen years or more

Willows falls half way to meet the weeds around the door

Time throws up her curtain and we know not who we are

The horizon is a beltway, the skyline is on fire

You'll hear that distant love song when the wind blows right

Hear the whistle blowing put a tear drop in your eye

Jagged as the jaw bone once the flesh expires

The horizon is a beltway the skyline is on fire