Tombstone

Crowded House · Crowded House [1986]

Look at all the plans I made

Falling down like scraps of paper

I will leave them where they lie to remind me

From the past a rumour comes

Don't let it keep draggin' you down

Throw the memory in an open fire, and you'll be free



Roll back the tombstone, let the saints appear

Roll back the tombstone, make a new man out of me



Beware of the passenger

The train already left the station

We are neither at home nor at work, we are moving

Listen to the howling of steel

A face betraying no emotion

Like you never had a chance to be wild and free



Roll back the tombstone, let the saints appear



Roll back the tombstone 'til the Lone Ranger rides again

Rides again in your mind



Ride across the open plain

All the way and back again, back again



Listen to the howling of steel

A face betraying no emotion

You never had a chance to be wild and free



Roll back the tombstone, let the saints appear

Roll back the tombstone 'til the Lone Ranger rides again

Rides again in your mind

Roll back the tombstone, let the saints appear

Roll back the tombstone

Make a new man out of me, out of me



Roll back the tombstone