stand here with the mountain in background

the copper mine up the hill from the town

sits asleep like a retiree

once used and now no use for



people used to work here

and mined their lives from this ground

crushed them in these machines

and forged them in the future

we just take pictures

of hearts that stopped beating





sometimes you're a tourist with a camera

stealing souls for scrapbooks

sometimes you've got a life back home

sometimes you're really alone, you're really alone

sometimes you're really alone

sometimes you're really alone, you're really alone

sometimes you're really alone





we go home, after fishin' all day

and get our hands dirty

getting the catch clean

and mike is in the kitchen

he's heating up the fry pan

and we're in the front yard

we're watching the sun fall



people used to live here

and lived their lives on this ground

raised them in these fields

and lost them in the future

and we just take pictures

of hearts that stopped beating





sometimes you're a tourist with a camera

stealing souls for scrapbooks

sometimes you've got a life back home

sometimes you're really alone, you're really alone

sometimes you're really alone

sometimes you're really alone, you're really alone

sometimes you're really alone