This Empty Northern Hemisphere

Smoke it flies from whisky mouths Vagabonds walk this suitcase town Summer left us beckoning The cottonwoods were all worn out Night comes fixing on the day And the universe reigned again While the wheels roll, it all glows a flickering light While you were sleeping I was the turning the dials And I walled up your kingdom with radio wires And the bells of the choir came in low and rumbling Aw you should a heard them Living here in this city on fire, well i've been fine Just dancing drunk above the street Me the ghost of caroline And that was me, ya know, calling up above From the steeples in the church yard Watch the wheels roll to find another place home While you were sleeping, you bet that I might Walk this empty northern hemisphere wide And the kingdom it came, well it all fell down It all fell to dust

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