In my head it's a city at night 

Static gauge with the rush and the lights 

And on this concourse you look very fine 

But this place here is no friend of mine 



And what you know can only mean one thing 

And what you know can only mean one thing 

Rooted to the place that you sprang from 



And this dirt was a building before 

Tore it down before they opened the door 

Don't shout, don't holler, don't you cry 

What's past we'll just leave it behind 



and I rode 

horse-shaped fire draggin' stereo wire 

and we rode 

chemicals until the breaking of dawn 

and I rose 

over a town, raised up by the sound of its drum 

and I rose 

out on the porches, again making horses lay down 



and this place here is no friend of mine 

what's past, we'll just leave it behind 

and what you know can only mean one thing 

and what you know could only mean one thing 

rooted to the place that you sprang from