Eden (Part Two)

I’m a trumpet barely sounding
Breaking back beats beside fountains
As the notes roll into town squares
Where the music moves the mountain
Mountain, mountain
When the trumpet and train whistle
Sing harmony with me
I’ll march bravely through
All my darkest memories
Eee, eee
I’ll leave them in the dust
No inkling will remain
I’ll leave them in the dust
They’ll rot in forgotten graves