I see a red line on the horizon
I feel trouble rumbling the ground
there's a ghost on the road where we're riding
I can feel him running us down

There's a black line on the horizon
running straight through to the sacred ground
ramming into the feelings I'm hiding
with the sting of an organ sound

I saw a silver line on the horizon
you dropped the answers down on the ground
making sense of a life I was devising
and the failure to which I'm bound

There's a red line on the horizon
the water's rising and soon I'll drown
in the loss of the things I was finding
and the loss of the things that you found