Only the gods know
They're looking right through you
Straight into the eyes of a dead man
There isn't enough hours in the day
What will be seen
When your [bad word] crashing down
Staring in the eyes of a gone man
No more [bad word]  time left on your side, on your side

All of your hopes and dreams – don't mean [bad word] 
All that's left is, now to nowhere!

I believe, do anything at all costs
You must believe
Not all who wander are lost

Tied to the tree of woe, so woe to you
In front of the man with the dead eyes
With a choir of faith there's still [bad word] to pay
Not enough hours in the day [bad word] of patience to be paid
So who's left to wonder?
In the wake of [bad word]  get made

All of your hopes and dreams – never meant [bad word] 
All that's left is, now to nowhere!

I believe, do anything at all costs
You must believe
Not all who wander are lost

Something, somewhere, injects the eye
Texas! Nights! Defines the sky!