blue of an evening, crumbled and crushed smell of the rain and the oil and dust and tar pavement busted under our feet brown ball glass fragments wink like stars we've come looking two ghosts come haunting but there's nothing left for us to find just barren branches, abandoned chances nothing left for us to find words come crashing out of the dusk ricocheting off of the rusting cars don't start what was the match that caught in the field what kind of ancient tinder yields that hard yellow spark we've come looking for what we have no business wanting but there's nothing left for us to find just blackened houses, a voice without says there's nothing left for us to find of what we might have been i think this might be freedom one small glimmer 'cause there's nothing left for us to find we burned it clean down, can't be seen now nothing left for us to find so we move on yeah, nothing left for us to find we burned it clean down to the green ground nothing left for us to find there's nothing left for us to find there's nothing left for us to find