Empire

The empire sits at the edge of a hill

Blown out of a gypsum mine

It held at once three hundred souls

And none of them were mine

Now they're just ghosts in the street

Wandering a land that sleeps

Once it was a lively place

Now just tumbleweeds

The houses here are silent

Quiet as thieves

Now they're just ghosts in the street

Wandering a land that sleeps

Oh, the miners' calloused hands

The women who planted the seed on the land

Empire met its end

Once you're gone, you cannot go back

The locks they have all froze

The lid upon the coffin now it has been closed

Now they're just ghosts in the street

Wandering a land that sleeps

Oh, the men who built the empire up from the ground

Missed the cracks in the foundation

One blow and it all fell down

Now they're just ghosts in the street

Wandering a land that sleeps

Oh, the miners' calloused hands

The women who planted the seed on the land

Empire met its end

Oh, the miners' calloused hands

The women who planted the seed on the land

Empire met its end

Oh, the empire met its end

Oh, the empire met its end