The Resurrection - Matraca Berg

I walked the streets of this little town

Late last night when it all shut down

Feeling stuck between lost and found and nowhere

Using my memory for a map

I went looking for trains on the torn up tracks

With a weary conductor, he just turned his back but he’s still there

Waiting for the resurrection

Fire from the ashes and the tears

The resurrection

You know dreams die hard, dreams die hard around here

Well, it’s hard to believe i’m back again

Looking up old lovers and long lost friends

Just to reminisce like the veterans and survivors

I heard reverend bill with the kind old face

Say he got alittle stale and he’s been replace

Still we all bowed our heads when he said grace at the diner

Waiting for the resurrection

Fire from the ashes and the tears

The resurrection

You know dreams die hard, dreams die hard around here

Well, the engine dies and the main line fails

But surely the heart and the soul prevails

Like the wildflowers grow between the rails in the summer

Oh, the resurrection

Fire from the ashes and the tears

The resurrection

You know dreams die hard

Dreams die hard, dreams die hard around here

Oh, around here

Dreams die hard around here