Great American Main Street Band Follow

**ON YOUR WALL***
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spin
spin the wheels and hammer out a space
in the far-gone reaches of a place
from the known world there has been no call
from the known world, the unknown

the darkening they can't explain
the last hours under these remains

you've had an ideal ghost in your head
for a moment wishing you were dead

grow
like a picture aging on your wall
once a fine young thing earlier on
you fall down, leaving us awake
in a small town much the same

they wondered why you went away
the last hours under these remains

you've had an ideal ghost in your head
for a moment wishing you were dead

and i can't say if there ever was a way
to convince someone that anything awaits