Текст песни: Indiana + перевод

From the salvage yard, there are two black dogs who run

through the post-harvest fields of winter wheat as stalks

running on last legs

From the GM plant and the empty storefronts' lull

all the finches, quick, are undressed inside their song

of a sad place to love

Well the houses are matchsticks after everyone left

but the soil is good and we’re not dead yet

Open up the motorbike/burning down the turnpike

Perfect lines, effortless

Keep me in your hidden thoughts/where every road that ever crossed

had council held with the snow/resting easy—this is home

This is home

With the husk of Delco heavy in the loom

will there always be as many empty rooms

or eyes?

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