Lost roads and towns of which nobody's found the name.
All the children drowned and there's no one around to blame.
Lost roads and towns left to wilder in seed and snow.
As the sun goes down that's where I'd like to go.

Every time you feel wonderful, baby, I feel bad.
Either you don't love me or I don't love you, oh yeah.
When you remind me of all the good times I feel sad.
Either you don't love me or I don't love you, oh yeah.

You and me in the waiting room of a disused railroad station,
scavenging for a few antiques,
we'll make a fortune just have patience.
If we find an old signal box you can write your dissertation.