Lights Out in Elmira

It's cold outside
the leaves tremble in the breeze
You were here with me, and I remember
you chasing smoke along these trees.

Goodnight, my friend
remember me when I am at the end
the ash within the air
the summer so cruel to us
the summer ain't no fair for us

It's dark, my friend
but not as dark as it has been before.

It's 10 pm, it's getting dark out here
the shadow of Katka looms above
the Kootenai's running clear
and the great land islands rose among
the crop fields and the dung
life’s been a pile of silage
the past few years of silence.

This land is not here for the loved
This land is not here for the free
The land is not here for the loved
The land is not here for the free

With you, the granite mountain tops will fall
with you and with us all
You wash us off with all our tears
We wash you off as you cleanse our fears.

We won't be back at the Deep Creek outlet again
But we may meet there in the future
only time will tell where we fall from here
I dip underneath cool water
I come out full head to the church you've made
We can only build up from here.
We can only build up from fear.
Please, listen to my calls
sometimes the pain can no longer be culled as it gets bigger
sometimes he will put the barrel to his head and pull the trigger.