Tragic Americans - Fallback Road

Two strikes at midnight a few more to go
I walk through the afterthought and a weak hazy glow
I think about Ophelia and what I left behind
My father and the darkness in a brighter time
A foot falls hard and cold
On Fallback Road
The spell of making dances through my head
A final artifact of that thing she said
The wheels of distance call like the saddest time
I'll wander from the homeland with a murdered mind
The rigging cries out from the cold
Down Fallback Road
You never see just what made the sting
It lays out before you when the play's the thing
In your mad, mad company the coil falls
In nameless acts and darkened halls
Said of the pale man I knew him well
But digging up the past is just a taste of hell
Thrown thrice in anger amongst the tomes
Don't worry 'bout the family when you're so far from home
The two astride are little known
On Fallback Road
You never see just what made the sting
It lays out before you when the play's the thing
In your mad, mad company the coil falls
In nameless acts and darkened halls

Written by:
John Montet

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