Orphan Histories - Elway

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