By day in a pillar of cloud
By night a pillar of fire
From flesh to ghost
The most that can be hoped
Is we leave things the way they were found
They’re lining all the decoys up
They’re late for firing squad practice
I’m the only witness
And it just might be my fault
Snuck them in past the nightwatch
From the mountains to the Cortez Sea
Sounding in the dark
From the scrublands to the pastures high
Land of the lost
Land of the lost
Now tell me death
Hey, what’s your sting?
Don’t tell me its not pure
No supplicants
No sympathy
Wanderin’ through this world
From the mountains to the Cortez Sea
Sounding in the dark
From the scrublands to the pastures high
Land of the lost
Land of the lost

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