Nowhere Shuffle

Twenty seconds of fantasy
Between the tree line and the road
I don’t like to go out there
Too many faces that I used to know
And they walk right though ya
Lie they’re never gonna die
They ain’t living instead
​So damn tired of the walking dead
She got tired of holdin' on
White-knuckling the phone
Dropped down the soakaway
Now it’s quiet here at home​
She left all the good pictures
Somewhere in a cloud
Still got a few in my had
So damn tired of the walking dead
​Skylight
Lik when you were a child light
Part of the sunlight
When you were gold
The blue-grey
Touch of the evening
The quiet believing
​The stories it told
​They're almost hip when they shuffle
But it ain’t no disco when they dance
Bowed heads and praying hands
Nowhere with everyone at once
If they every look up
To the world outside
They’ll see it’s all gone red
​So damn tired of the walking dead