Turning black I never see you
cut that candle in half
where clouds blow colonial

old and ceremonial
and we'd given up on the good wines
get that compass from the water

it's over now he caught her
the damned know how to listen
more than you know,

we're always just a stones throw
from the living
we can still start that country band

where being a loser is a fad
if you're gettin chased
down those old roads in fear,

i'm following a voice
that I can barely sort of hear
but there's new words in that ocean

and they wait like a new years eve
the damned know how to see things
more than you'd believe

they're experts at waiting,
watching, and wanting nothing