Amos cried out in the dark;
Said "it's time for us to leave,
This old town has forced my hand,
too many times."
Amos cried out to himself;
"It's too late for us to leave
too many people on these streets,
who know my crimes,
and hear my cries."
And i told him that i always would give him time.
But he was over time, and we were losing mind.
Amos cried into the black,
up a beat and lonely trail,
and started for the shore
and out into the sound,
a soul amongst the brine,
never will be found
we will join in time.
and we will join in time
cos we were over time, and we were over tired
this town in which we tried, watch over every night
We will all return, we will over time, we will all return
as the ghost of Amos tells me now.
that We will all return
We will over time
We will all return,
and we will over time.