Orion is looming, grey mountains lie ahead
Two men are whispering over cylinder heads
Calming vibrations, stars rest on a lake
There’s a uniform motion that’s waiting to break
The conductor is ready, eager to roll
Off to the land, with no postal code
Barmen are talking their politics and debt
Under spells of conviction they hide the weight of regret
The window creaks open, neon lights buzz
They say “life travels with you whatever your past”
She brought me to pieces not so long ago
Off in the land, with no postal code
People are talking, they’re lurking about
From the edge of the highway the grass has worn out
I’m holding the letter I never did send
Should I ever feel better or work up the nerve
Somebody told me there’s love that I’m owed
Off in the land, with no postal code
