Detroit

A hollow silence fills the room
The shadow darker, as it looms
The sun is rising while the city's coming to

An empty promise made for two,
A sinking feeling to subdue
The final flicker as the light burns out too soon
The smoke that's rising through the flue

Somewhere over the ocean,
Caught up in the notion
That you're fading away.

The flower torn out from the root
A single point left to refute
The moon is rising while the city's coming to
A wizened flower past it's bloom.

Somewhere over the ocean,
Caught up in the notion
That you're fading away.