The Resurrection

(Matraca Berg&Alice Randall) I walked the streets of this little town Late last night when it all shut down Feeling stuck between lost and found and nowhere Using my memory for a map I went looking for trains on the torn up tracks With a weary conductor, he just turned his back but he's still there Waiting for the resurrection Fire from the ashes and the tears The resurrection You know dreams die hard, dreams die hard around here Well, it's hard to believe I'm back again Looking up old lovers and long lost friends Just to reminisce like the veterans and survivors