You watched them walk
Down their highways
In the canyon with your looking glass
You wrote down what you saw
And you let them pass
You wondered what it would be like
If you could pass
For someone down there
Would your echoes last
Burning the brush at night
Just enough to make some light
You're stacked on their ancient homes
By their falling walls you live alone
It seems like the layers
Underneath you groan
You walk through their deserted doorways
Sifting for evidence
On mesas and canyons
In moonlight drenched
Burning the brush at night
Just enough to make some light
You only use their dusty trails to get back
To where your looking glass
Is waiting to sit and
Watch the world go past