The Outskirts

On The Outskirts

On the outskirts

We sit and wait

Near graffiti-tagged skyline

Of this ragged town

 

The endless tracks

Stretch past our limits

Past warning signs

Of unfamiliar faces

 

It's nighttime now

But looking up

Only muddy smog seems to lurk

Dead actions from the past

 

Witching hour has arrived

But magic's lost forever

Reason couldn't make it work

So they burned the songs and stories

 

We're on the outskirts

To find a world

Where dreams can live and be

Not wither away

 

So take my hand

And take the step

We'll be forever free

Once we leave the outskirts