i don't know what to believe in, you don't know who I am

as my train rolls down the east coast I wonder how you keep warm

and maybe this thing was a masterpiece 'til you tore it all up

the august sky will then bare witness

to a brand new chapter with torn up pages

this structure fell about our feet and we were free to go

what kind of equation could i possibly employ?

all the white horses are still in bed

i notice a chill in the air, september is creeping up fast