Elway Orphan Histories
We wipe the chaff from our hands
And the sweat off of our brows
We mourn the old setting sun
And our empty bank accounts
For all the damages we've done in the service of a dream
They say, baby, you'll pay dearly
Oh how these roads make us old
And the sunrise makes us quake
We live for scant scraps of hope
Laid along the interstate
Of all the places we'll go, we'll wind up memory and debris
And I'll say, kid, you're coming with me
I'll close my eyes and pretend to pray that the rain never ends
But when the oceans dry up, I'll know enough is enough
And I'll sing softly
I guess I'll see you around
We'll take the last thing we know
And we'll let it run our lives
Serenade the devil with those songs
We've sang too many times
That just blow by and leave us numb with the thrill of our defeat
I'll keep the habit if it kills me
Holy ghost
Let us live until we're forgotten
Hold me close
To the floors of masterless oceans
Holy ghost
To the souls of motherless orphans
Hold me close
Til our histories lay still in their coffins
