The Factory
I was standing at the end of the horizon
and listening to he sound of clear cuts weep
and deep down in the valley white smoke was rising
in a sigh from a beast that never sleeps

It’s been a long time now since I stood upon this mountain.
and a familiar wind is whispering your name
and thou through the years time have called for changes
the hurting and the pain remains the same.

There at nights the red eyes cut us like a razor
and it kept feeding from our hopes and make beliefs
as the shadows of what may was growing longer
the years would wear away all our wistful dreams

But underneath a northern sky
I will dive into the night
So I put all my weight on one foot and I’ll make a leap so high
that I’ll reach the highest wall
climb over and then I will fall
into your arms.

We got old and (we) never found that four leaf clover
and the circus never rolled into our town
Now at the end of this rainbow, the party is over
down from the hills runs a hollow sound