Goodbye, Absecon Songtext
von Will Johnson

Sing for the madman
Sing for the thief
It′s a shame I'm getting used to
My full time disbelief
Counting the blessings
While I′m still allowed
I just sang eighteen secrets
To a weeknight crowd
And I'll meet you at the narrows
While December strains
To pull us from a sinkhole
With Basaltic Fangs
And if we somehow make it
Will you walk with me On the boardwalk with the beggars
Down the orange lit streets?
Goodbye, Absecon
Goodbye
As the guards pass through the turnstile
For another night
In the distance I hear the sandbar
Fighting with the tide
And I woke up in the lobby
To a world turned black and white
And I thought about the gloaming
And the peace in my brother's eyes
Goodbye, Absecon