A bird flew low above the darkened wood, Gliding to the town that never changed for good, Where saints sleep on benches, one halo half-gone, They’ll drink the rest when the morning’s on. [chorus] There’s no salvation for the wandering souls, Their screams now echo where the traffic rolls. They read their fate from a bottle cap sign— To stay in the maze where the void aligns. A withered rat runs through a dried-out field, Back to the town that time refused to heal, Where most sleep on with eyelids wide, Smiling at life as it drags them to the mire. [chorus] There’s no salvation for the wandering souls, Their screams now echo where the traffic rolls. They read their fate from a bottle cap sign— To stay in the maze where the void aligns. Along the old road slowly walk I, Back to the town 'neath the same old sky, With a plan in my pocket from yesterday’s map— To find the halo they took in a silent trap. [chorus] There’s no salvation for the wandering souls, Their screams now echo where the traffic rolls. They read their fate from a bottle cap sign— To stay in the maze where the void aligns. [chorus 2] And there’s no salvation for you and me Let’s run where we don’t have to be. Leave the halo to birds, tear it from the crowd, They’ll carry it skyward, past every cloud. [chorus 2] And there’s no salvation for you and me Let’s run where we don’t have to be. Leave the halo to birds, tear it from the crowd, They’ll carry it skyward, past every cloud
