Here it comes again, another mile marker All this self-reflecting can't be good for the soul This time of year seems it only gets darker So it's back in the saddle Or back in the hole The way you look at me consider forgetting Whatever force put the glean in your eye No major tragedy There's nothing upsetting It's just that time of year stuff withers and dies I'm looking up at the bone tower I saw you waving from the twenty-third floor Concrete skeletons that lost power No one’s ever going up there anymore I see these monuments to lost places Waving the signal flag and trying to break through The cries of strangers and strange places I never thought the stranger was you I'm looking up at the bone tower I saw us falling from the twenty-third floor But no one’s ever there at this hour No one’s ever going up there anymore I hear coyotes and hyenas A cry of mercy and the hard truth Here in the ruins of the arena Lost love and lost youth Civilization couldn’t quite finish No glass no beauty Just rebar and brick Empty wishing pool with mud in it I throw my penny in and wish it would stick I'm looking up at the bone tower A plaster poster for the grand campaign A wreath a garland of dead flowers And were not ever going up there again I'm looking up at the bone tower I saw us falling from the twenty-third floor Two shooting stars are like a meteor shower Maybe baby that's what the towers are for I'm looking up at the bone tower A plaster poster for the grand campaign A wreath a garland of dead flowers And maybe you could take me up there again