Vārdi: Justin Andrew. Transplant EP. Clarke County, Oh.

He was born in a western novel
When he came the windows were boarded up
We never thought we'd see sunlight again
His horses drank from our water
His mistress was drinks at all hours
When he sat down he'd have to be carried to bed

We'll make friends with ghosts if we can
This old town will be dead by then

Ohio is starlit and lonesome
The leaves fell and dust has been
covering our eyes
Warm sun is seasons away
The wind blows east off the corner of the roof-top
that no one had bothered to patch up
'till he came and filled the holes in
Now we can sit in silence again

We'll make friends with ghosts if we can
This old town will be dead by then
If one more year slips through my hands Can we pretend it's last August again?

He left here early this morning
all packed up
I saw him off he was heading north
the sun in my eyes as I watched
I turned home where I found a letter
I'll miss you though I haven't left yet
Take care of yourself now
\"I won't let you down\"

(Thanks to Leigh Fountain for these lyrics)