Chains on the gates and whirlwinds rattle hearts hung in trees. I came down on palm sunday to walk empty streets, love left riding on the last train that rode the rails

That was youth and yesterday somebody said, just up and left not coming back around here again, come bring your shovel everybody's digging their graves

Long sleep and the reaper sits waiting tonight if you don't turn and run all the way back to town, we've dug a hole in the meadow are you in or out.

Now nobody passes by and nobody calls, we gather dust and rubble, look for fallen stars for love left riding on the last train that rode the rails

Somewhere down along them tracks lay the motion we had but she's done gone off and left everyone sad, they send me looking for youth and yesterday

And before I leave I hang my heart on a tree, say goodbye to the reaper and the chains on the gates, go looking for youth and yesterday