Union Town

Union Town Well I’ve got blood on my hands, an ancient lie on my lips. I’m gonna shed my skin tonight, gonna burn my fingerprints. Fool that I am, hit by the lightning of desire; waited on the rain, but lightning’s often before fire. This is still a Union Town tonight. Way out old Stover Road, there’s a clearing in the wild. I’ve seen plows crackin’ hard ground and dead birch branches piled. I’m headin’ out there to dance in the sour haze, next to the dry lake, thick with unstirred waste. This is still a union town tonight. Hard rain’ll fall, hard rain’ll fall, good hard rain, good for us all. Hard rain’ll fall, hard rain’ll fall, clear the sky, good for us all. Now I’m not young, I can count the things gone bad. They’re dressed up and scattered as things I never had. You’re not among them, you alone are clean. You are the sky cleared, you are all I see. This is still a union town tonight.