Lay a cross on the junker, leave a stone in the hall   leaving cracks in words that might someday break yer fall   this is where the land ends and the lie begins   my neutral bones, my sinking ship   the world on gravestone crutches a great sky full of dust   full of broken lies and truths that will never rust   chock empty of contour   a preposterous line   and I'm dreaming of someday when I will be fine      life is wasted   on wishful thinkin'      this is where the land ends and the lie begins   my neutral bones, my sinking ship   chock empty of contour   a preposterous line   and I'm dreaming of someday when I will be fine   and I'm dreaming of someday when I will be fine