This Empty Northern Hemisphere

Smoke it flies from whisky mouths

Vagabonds walk this suitcase town

Summer left us beckoning

The cottonwoods were all worn out

Night comes fixing on the day

And the universe reigned again

While the wheels roll, it all glows a flickering light

While you were sleeping I was  turning the dials

And I walled up your kingdom with radio wires

And the bells of the choir came in low and rumbling

Oh, you should have heard them

Living here in this city on fire, well I've been fine

Just dancing drunk above the street

Me the ghost of Caroline

And that was me, you know, calling up above

From the steeples in the church yard

Watch the wheels roll to find another place home

While you were sleeping, you bet that I might

Walk this empty northern hemisphere wide

And the kingdom it came, well it all fell down

It all fell to dust