This Place is Broken Hearted

This Place is Broken Hearted

I came looking for romance, escaping love,

to find myself under epic skies on roads that run over the horizon.

Instead of going through it, I went around.

I came looking for the magic, the pioneer’s dream,

each mile hushing the noise,

arriving in Main St (everywhere and nowhere),

a place to mend my heart.

This place is broken hearted,

this place is broken hearted,

this place has only started to forget.

I came looking to forget but this place remembers.

The memories hang from the rusting bridges,

the water towers, the freight trains, the power lines,

waiting for the end.

Still waiting.

This place is broken hearted,

this place is broken hearted,

this place has only started to forget.

Now I’ve found Altered, the 51st State,

and stumbled into dreams from which I cannot wake.

This place still believes in a different fate,

it’s just waiting.

Still waiting.

This place is broken hearted,

this place is broken hearted,

this place has only started to forget.