Lost Highway
Nightcrawl
3:49Like a setting sun Couldn't bake the ground As a wave that breaks Far from the shore So much that I couldn't see Looking backward So much that I wouldn't feel Goin forward Lookin backward Lookin backward Like a crystal ball Becomes opaque with age For every nail that drives Another hand will rise Time will never move the same Goin forward Time will never look the same Movin forward Movin forward Movin forward