Hope

Okay. So we're looking at a world without bees, polar bears, Indonesia and oranges. What about peace and love and compassion? Of course we do have Google glasses and iPhone 5s. I had in mind a more dignified exit.

Hope Fades

You've got the King Of Broken Hearts and a heartbroken king. There's a line that separates them but it hardly means a thing. You've got the scarlet writers reading aloud the purple prose along

 a road out of Memphis we call "The Overdose." Haunted by tragedy, scorched by desire, two hearts full of song two souls full of fire.

You've got a motherlode of music in a volunteer state, fighting dirty, talking physics to illuminate what the poets of the war show the boys of music row, painting purple mountains fuchsia everywhere they go. Alcohol and dope, great hopes gone wrong, hillbilly hearts full of fire with the soul in their song.

Rock'n'roll hearts beat in 4/4 time. Hope fades, truth balances in the name of the rhyme.

With the sons of fortune knocking on the doors of desire, haunted by the tragedy, scorched by the fire. A rare and elusive American point of view, spilling the blood of Arabia in The Paris Review. All the beautiful losers from the heart of the South, western boots on their feet, gold teeth in their mouth.

You've got the masters of photography praying for rain and the radio programmers flattened by a train. You've got the tastemakers taking odds over periwinkle blue, either this wallpaper goes, or by God, I do. You stand for the ones who need your help and you know it, with the heart of the warrior and the spirit of the poet.

Rock'n'roll hearts beat in 4/4 time. Hope fades, truth balances in the name of the rhyme.

Hurt, hope, politics, battleground states; you've got the Possum on the bottle, onstage with the shakes. You've got the king on the floor where he fell from the throne and I'm watching from the swamps, chilled to the bone. This stuff I'm doing's not real and I know it. Invitation from Clovis and I'm about to blow it.

Rock'n'roll hearts beat in 4/4 time. Hope fades, truth balances in the name of the rhyme. You're trading on your name for the sake of crime. Grace fades in the face of karma every time.