Assumed Sundown - The Icicle Works

On the road into the assumed sundown

A marching band is playing

Her long hair frames her features

Says this is the day for praying

We learn so much in little time

One thing they overlooked

Our textbooks made the fire

In which the missionary cooked

We believe the gospel wasn’t holy

A picture house in every one-horse town

You can’t disown the dream you only borrowed

Remember us to everyone you love

On the road into the assumed sundown

We’ll be content to stroll

They’ll tear the shirt right off your back

Then come back for your soul