The Blue Rose

Full of regrets grave diggers will find
There’s no map to follow and the roads all changed
There’s smoke in your brain and no one to show you the way
Surrender to the weight of what you gambled and lost
But at least you don’t have to lie to yourself anymore
On the way back from hell tonight, smoke’s rising up through the lights
And there’s a reason that you don’t have to talk, I know what you’re thinking
Somewhere a blue rose is in a coke bottle
Blooming on a kitchen window sill
Surrender to the weight of what you gambled and lost
But at least you don’t have to lie to yourself anymore
Ghost trains run on the tracks down a gravel hill behind a trailer house
You can hear 'em if you listen close enough
It’s the sound of a world that forgot where it came from and every lesson
learned
I can feel the ending creeping up
Surrender to the weight of what you gambled and lost
But at least you don’t have to lie to yourself anymore