Thunder and Consolation

We follow the taillights out of the city Moving in a river of red As the colors fade away from the Dusky sunset We roll for the darkness ahead We are old, we are young We are in this together Vagabonds and children (are) Prisoners forever With pulses

Archway Towers Rolling up tab ends that the baby's collected Waiting for the number that clicks on the wall. It's open season on the weak and the feeble Their meagre ambitions, their impotent fury There's bullet proof glass in case there is trouble N