[Part I]
              
Hiding from th

  
e cops
              
In Ogallala, N

  
ebraska
              
Getting droppe

  
d off
            
On a county li

ne
            
You were so me


an
              
But I had to k

    
eep walking
              
We walked that

  
 state
              
On Highway 30 


time
             
And I was in l

/
ove
              
With my Americ

   
an footprint
          
Tracks of bloo

d
              
Left out in th

  
e snow
         
Salt lick beac

on
              
Burnt by elect

      
rical fencing
           
Half moon risi

 
ng
              
Headlights dow

  
n below
              
Now what do I 


do
              
With this terr

     
ible feeling
              
Been all these

 
 years I'm dri

ving
              
The same highw

   
ay stretch
              
You know that 


scene
              
At the end of 


Titanic?
             
Well I'm the o

/       
ne who's
              
Still playing 

       
on the deck

[Part II]

 

 

 

  

[Part III]
        
Meet me back
              
In a San Franc

     
isco bookstore
         
Down the stair

s
              
In thе poetry 


aisle
          
We'll gеt lost
             
In a city forg

otten
              
'Cause I don't

          
 like change
              
And I hate goo

 
dbyes
              
Now what do yo

  
u turn into
              
When all reali

     
ty's blending
         
An image of
           
A photocopy of

 a lie
          
I used to thin

k I was born
              
Into the wrong

 
 generation
           
But now I know

 
              
I made it righ

     
t on time

[Part IV]
             
To watch the w

/
orld burn
             
To watch the w

orld burn
             
To watch the w

/
orld burn
              
With a tear in

    
 my eye
             
To watch the w

/
orld burn
             
To watch the w

orld burn
             
To watch the w

/        
orld burn
             
I'm right on t

/
ime

[Part V]