On The Black Sea Lyrics - Catch 22

Goodbye my friend and mentor 

We'll never see a man quite like you again 

In an age of revolution, restitution we sought 

You were the spark, we were the fuel and we burned bright as the sun 

Those were the days we could have fought 

Anyone anywhere on anything 

And after all these years how could we try 

Should we try to follow someone else? 

I can see the shadows on the foothills east of here 

Stormy clouds and thunder in my heart 

We're on this train to nowhere 

And I don't know if we'll make it back again 

Because the fire's burning low 

And the wind is blowing mighty cold 

We're on this train to nowhere 

And I don't know if we'll make it back again 

because the fire's burning low 

And the wind is blowing mighty cold 

Push, push, push, until we get just what we want, we always 

Push, push, push, 'til we can get them what they need 

We can take the lives of others so that all may truly live 

But the will to truly live, is something I can't give to them 

I can see the shadows on the foothills east of here 

Stormy clouds and thunder in my heart 

We're on this train to nowhere 

And I don't know if we'll make it back again 

Because the fire's burning low 

And the wind is blowing mighty cold 

We're on this train to nowhere 

And I don't know if we'll make it back again 

Because the fire's burning low 

And the wind is blowing mighty cold 

Staring at the pieces of my dim reflection 

As I look into this Black Sea of atrophy 

I just got the message of your passing 

From the man who digs our 

They are digging graves for all our dreams 

And it seems that they are digging by the clock 

I can feel the old corruption peering from the crack 

And I don't know if we can fight it back again 

I can see the shadows on the foothills east of here 

Stormy clouds and thunder in my heart 

We're on this train to nowhere 

And I don't know if we'll make it back again 

Because the fire's burning low 

And the wind is blowing mighty cold 

We're on this train to nowhere 

And I don't know if we'll make it back again 

because the fire's burning low 

And the wind is blowing mighty cold