Uncle Tupelo

lost sight of ground
never been so down
nothing here to stand on
it's a war-weary road
another faceless tombstone
nothing here to stand on
I turn to face the wind
may never get out
forever caught in a spin
no better place to begin
can't find the phone, can't hear to listencan't take along what we're missing
just as well to write this postcard from helland the bar clock says three a.m.
fallout shelter sign above the door
in other words, don't come here anymore
too many miles between
I heard a dead man scream
nothing here to stand on