This whole world is a foreign land / We swallow the moon, but we do not know our own hand / We’re running with the case, but we ain’t got the gold / And we are trying to leave something behind (Sean Rowe)

Did you wake up to the thunder of the dead streets down below? / Did you hear the wind a-howlin‘ through some demon radio? / Oh no, I know it’s so hard to go (Alejandro Escovedo)

I’m just a lonesome ol‘ rounder / Darkness grows, and then it’s gone / And at the end of this lonely road / Those deeds you’ve done they say you’ll never go home / Some folks are guided by the love they share / But darkness called and left me unaware (Mandolin Orange)