When I die
Put my bones in an empty street
To remind me how it used to be
Don't write my name on a stone
Bring a Coleman lantern and a radio
A Cleveland game and two fishing poles
And watch with me from the shore
Ghostly steel and iron ore
Ships come home

Them prehistoric phosphorescent bones
Burning high on the black water
And I am
Paralyzed by the emptiness
Paralyzed by the emptiness
Paralyzed by the emptiness

That prehistory's gone with dawn
Clearly only iron aged beasts
You can tell by the chains they drag
And by the oil that they bleed
A crew of crows fly the skulls and bones
They fly the colors of their homes
I fly the cross of the blue factory flame
Stitched with heavy sulfur thread
They ain’t proud colors but they're true colors
The colors of my home
Where I was
Paralyzed by the emptiness
Paralyzed by the emptiness
Paralyzed by the pain

And every mile for a thousand miles
And every night for a thousand years
And every night for a thousand years
I hear it calling my name
I hear it calling my name
It never says to come home
It never says to come home
It never says to come home

I was
Paralyzed by the emptiness
Paralyzed by the emptiness
Paralyzed by the emptiness