The plains have grown so tall
Packed up and left it all
A thousand miles away
The mountain air is thin
Suspicion rolling in
Cigarettes down the drain
Gave in to the greed
Your expense was me
Cruel as gold
Cruel as gold
I hear the omens call
My world is feeling small
Washed away in the rain
Not like it was before
Cuz I don't cry no more
Cigarettes down the drain
Gave in to the greed
Your expense was me
Cruel as gold
Cruel as gold