The Hanging Bandits - Journey to the Centre Lyrics

The men sit on benches
Gathered in parallel lines
While the speaker on the podium preaches
Your dreams are necessary lies

They turn and talk amongst themselves
They got no sense of what they lost
And if they look out the windows
Civilization is rubble and dust

Have to question each other
Did we take in more mud than wine
Convinced themselves they were drunk and clean
With skills they'd practiced most their lives

My mind rattled against the window
A rabid animal for that wilderness
A home away from pictures
A moment in a separate stream

I exit at the next stop
Can't keep my head that clouded
Let them congratulate themselves
I'll try locate the wounded

But on the pavement
I am myself headed for decline
Still too weak to raise a glass
To my most expectant times

As the buses go past
It's her picture and my regret
I covered over her upturned arms
And put my name across her chest