I don’t know what I expected
But it wasn’t this is wasn’t this
I don’t know what I was hopin’ for
But it wasn’t this is wasn’t this
The threadlight from the whiskey moon
Memories steep in the seams of the ether
Silver and gold pages of old

I don’t remember how I got there
I just started walkin’ west
Past the factory past forgotten boxcar people
Coveting eyes that follow you
In the morning the strike whistle calls them out
30 hands – 15 dirty faces
Anger and pride – children no more
Silver and gold - pages of old

I wanna heal the healer, plead my case,
Count the shells that fall from outer space
I wanna laugh out loud, tell a good lie,
Sell my soul and be a shoulder to cry on
O father, dead father
Your shadow is long – long gone.

Well I]m gonna walk to the red horizon
Where these footsteps melt together
If the boneyard there’s too deep or too cold
Will our souls withstand the weather?
I have lost my heart for good this time
And now I’ll never never get it back
Silver and gold - pages of old
Silver and gold - pages of old