Atmosphere - Son Volt

Love is the pavement

With spit in your heart

Slow diamond’s no laughter

Sweep the hellhound trail

Translate the faces

Wash off the dust

Smoke plume twilight

American tears

Prairie burnt eyes tell the hell and break through the lens

Feed the buildings by the coast a flagrant dance

Wounded in the world by a single twist of hate

It’s all over now

You’re headed for the atmosphere

You’re headed for the atmosphere

Pick up the blessings

Meet the new sky

Summoned to live up to

The speculation din

Getting that old time feeling again

Madmen on both sides of the fence

Getting that old time feeling again

Madmen on both sides of the fence

Melody of riot in the wilderness of oxygen

Mercy on the waterfall mist in the

Middle class sea