stand here with the mountain in background
the copper mine up the hill from the town
sits asleep like a retiree
once used and now no use for
and mined their lives from this ground
crushed them in these machines
and forged them in the future
of hearts that stopped beating
sometimes you're a tourist with a camera
stealing souls for scrapbooks
sometimes you've got a life back home
sometimes you're really alone, you're really alone
sometimes you're really alone
sometimes you're really alone, you're really alone
sometimes you're really alone
we go home, after fishin' all day
and mike is in the kitchen
he's heating up the fry pan
and we're in the front yard
we're watching the sun fall
and lived their lives on this ground
raised them in these fields
and lost them in the future
and we just take pictures
of hearts that stopped beating
sometimes you're a tourist with a camera
stealing souls for scrapbooks
sometimes you've got a life back home
sometimes you're really alone, you're really alone
sometimes you're really alone
sometimes you're really alone, you're really alone
sometimes you're really alone