The Blue Rose

Full of regrets grave diggers will find

There's no map to follow and the roads all changed

There's smoke in your brain and no one to show you the way

Surrender to the weight of what you gambled and lost

But at least you don't have to lie to yourself anymore

On the way back from hell tonight smoke's rising up through the lights

And there's a reason that you don't have to talk I know what you're thinking

Somewhere a blue rose is in a coke bottle

Blooming on a kitchen window sill

Surrender to the weight of what you gambled and lost

But at least you don't have to lie to yourself anymore

Ghost trains run on the tracks down a gravel hill behind a trailer house

You can hear 'em if you listen close enough

It's the sound of a world that forgot where it came from and every lesson learned

I can feel the ending creeping up

Surrender to the weight of what you gambled and lost

But at least you don't have to lie to yourself anymore