An abandoned sunset on the horizon,
Keep persevering towards a limitless sun,
Dark prairie field, a fraction of a second before sunrise,
Before we know it, the calm passes so there’s a demise.

What’s better than the morning air?

The drag of a dead tree and its saturn rings,
Honey, you know I don’t play with these things,
Nothing in the universe or beyond is ever fair,
Then it’s decided, I shouldn’t pretend to care.

A pine cabin sitting pretty in the prime of its life,
Will eventually sit heavy at the end of its strife,
Bitter and old from what it thought it deserved,
Historic yet crumbling, nobody wanted it preserved.

An abandoned sunset on the horizon,
Keep persevering towards a limitless sun,
Dark prairie field, a fraction of a second before sunrise,
Before we know it, the calm passes so there’s a demise.

A sinkhole opens to swallow it all up,
A cabin to the depths,
A sunset to the abyss,
A joint to the deaths,
I know we swear something’s amiss.
Who’s to blame except the wash-up.