Walking Backyeards

Strange river rolling
Moved as it pushed by green
Cigarette ash falling from the sky
Why you gotta be so mean?

Dinner at the rues, no earth to cling to
The trees take off their clothes
As they lay down on the road
Thinking about a film back home

Moved it to be closer
I had a sight to see
What bribes the wholesome
To trade in vitality

I can't find no eyes to lock with mine
Nowhere we can drive when the city is dying

Dogs bark in tunnels
The shadows have gone to sleep
Ink on the walls and ink on the arms
Walking backwards in my father's dream

Seeds all twisted
Myth of fertility
The colors all gone with the birds for a new song
What will become of me

Moved it to be closer
I had a sight to see
What bribes the wholesome
To trade in vitality

I can't find no eyes to lock with mine
Nowhere we can drive when the city is dying
I can't find no eyes to lock with mine
Nowhere we can drive when the city is dying

Take it slow, pale in breaths
And my body's a mess
Take it slow, pale in breaths
And my body's a mess

I can't find no eyes to lock with mine
Nowhere we can drive when the city is dying
I can't find no eyes to lock with mine
Nowhere we can drive when the city is dying