The Horizon Is a Beltway

The horizon is a beltway that we may never cross The tops of buildings tremble like children lorn and lost The stain runs deep it's deeper than the blood upon the cross. The horizon is a beltway that we may never cross. You'll hear that distant love song when the wind blows right Hear the whistle blowing put a tear into your eye You hear the distant love song but widows know the lie The horizon is a beltway, the skyline is on fire. The skyline is on fire, the skyline is on fire The horizon is a beltway and the skyline is on fire You come up from the lowlands to the city on the air Where pilgrims and commissioners curate Christian fare From Havisu to Brownsville feel the long unbroken stare I wonder what it smells like in that city on the air You'll hear that distant love song when the wind blows right Just the same blue love song made my grand dad cry You'll hear the whistle blowing put a tear drop in your eye The horizon is a beltway, and the skyline is on fire. The skyline is on fire, the skyline is on fire You'll hear the distant love song, when the skyline is on fire The skyline is on fire, the skyline is on fire The horizon is a beltway and the skyline is on fire This old house stood empty now for fifteen years or more Willows falls half way to meet the weeds around the door Time throws up her curtain and we know not who we are The horizon is a beltway, the skyline is on fire You'll hear that distant love song when the wind blows right Hear the whistle blowing put a tear drop in your eye Jagged as the jaw bone once the flesh expires The horizon is a beltway the skyline is on fire --- The Horizon Is a Beltway - The Low Anthem