lonely buildings

This old ghost town is a world gone missing Empty assets, empty living We're counting grains of sand for something of worth Saloon's dry! No feelings in a bottle The gold mine's been buried, beneath a thousand years of products We're counting grains of sand for something of worth And it doesn't matter that it's not your fault The well's gonna dry up when you least expect it But at least "it's not your fault, it's someone else's." We lined the walls with all our fictional gold And they'll be here a long time after the humans die The lonely buildings with no people to hold They're intact inside