This town has a way of choosing it's words with a sonorous tone in it's voice This town has a way of taking you down making it look like your own choice
So, I hitched a few rides from Georgia out west spent a week in New Orleans Sometimes distractions are what serve you best when you're coming a part at the seams
Chorus: Where the veil gets thin is where the veil gets real So touching the heavens is no big deal A glance at the stars is all it'll cost Northern Lights & Southern Cross Northern Lights & Southern Cross
Now, there are ghosts from the past making the rounds There are ghosts at the table of the here and now And these walls have ears when ya' walk in the room So, it's good to know to who did what to whom
Now you can dig in the desert; you can dig in the sea You can dig on the mountains on high I know this much: It's where no shovel can touch that's where the real gold lies
This town has a way of changing it's skin This town is a killer but no blame is ever pinned Time hides herself at the scene of the crime The rain washes away...every chalk line