Thursday

There was a sound
Split all the heavens apart
In on the northern view
Out on the southern spark
Oh I'll be with you running from the rain
When it reaches the end of the line
See myself reflected on the broken glass
As the gates come crashing down
There is blood on the tracks tonight
And rust inside our veins
We will make it time before the storm
Running behind me
There were some younger kids who followed the tracks that day
It was a passing afternoon that came and took them away
So we forgot our names lying in the tall grass under the billboard dreams
Oh I'll be with you running from the rain
When it reaches the end of the line
See myself reflected on the broken glass