Pages Of Old

I don't know what I expected
But it wasn't this, it wasn't this
I don't know what I was hoping for
But it wasn't this, it wasn't this
The thread light from the whiskey moon
Memories steeped in the seams of the ether
Silver and gold
Pages of old
I don't remember how I got here
I just started walking west
Past the factory, past forgotten boxcar people
Coveting eyes that follow you
In the morning the strike whistle calls 'em out
Thirty hands, fifteen dirty faces
Anger and pride
Children no more, oh no
Silver and gold
Pages of old
I wanna hear the healer plead my case
Count the shells that fall from outer space
I wanna lie, fight, lie, tell a good lie
Sell my soul, be a shoulder to cry on
Oh 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