Transport - Moebius

Up North there's a place for you To start your still-life up again We make our plans from spit and dust The sound of never and the taste of love They chased us

The clouds break up a little then Here comes the rain again As the rain breaks through the branches Along southbound forty-two The green I grew left us Wet-eyed

This is where things start going bad And this is where the map gets Torn up and tossed Put to sleep with the hoof And a trip to the cross A bowl and a porter Fo

Be careful where you lie down boy In this bed of roses Promises of petals then You wake up on the other end Love is such a monster kid And power is addictive Sw