Lost roads and towns of which nobody's found the name
all the children drowned and there's no one around to blame
lost roads and towns left to wilder in seed and snow
as the sun goes down that's where I'd like to go
everytime you feel wonderful, baby, I feel bad
either you don't love me or I don't love you, oh yeah
when you remind me of all the good times I feel sad
either you don't love me or I don't love you, oh yeah
you and me in the waiting room of a disused railroad station
scavenging for a few antiques, we'll make a fortune just have patience
if we find an old signal box you can write your dissertation.