On the outskirts of expansion Looking out from blueprint peak The flow is flooding of urban setters Panning through rivers running dry
Numbers roll on in Smiling a lottery grin A sadness blurs the eye It´s just a matter of time before they´re moving on It´s just a matter of time before they´re moving on Doesn´t take much time for plans to go wrong And chase another ghost of a chance In the shadows of chain-store ghost towns Where no one walks the streets at night A silent nation hooked on medication Stares into a blue flickering light The young drift off alone And the old are whisked away And prospects keep looking up But the line´s getting longer on the lost highway The line´s getting longer on the superstition highway
Doesn´t take much time for plans to go astray And chase another ghost of a chance They say deep down inside, lie properties of a healing kind If so it´d better come around soon And do a little bit of service and repair Do a little bit of service and repair Do a little more service and repair Doesn´t take much time for plans to change And offer up another chance For a little bit more service and repair Do a little bit of service and repair Doesn´t take much time for plans to change And offer up another chance