Hope Dies Last

What are you hunting here?
Child, I hunt what will not stand
I bring home the Northern Lights
The ocean and the twisting sand
I’ve seen the arrow, climb, climb, climb
I know it finds my heart every time

You’re taking it too hard
Remember the night
When the fire didn’t answer to the flame
When the fire didn’t answer to the flame

There’s no miles in the city now
Promises, I’ve made no promises
There’s just the grey and the emptiness as it is
As it is

I make no small plans, my love
But I know hope dies last of all
Hope dies last of all
Hope dies last of all

I have mapped my falling sky
Harper’s Ferry to the Gauley Bridge
Wichita to Omaha and Indianapolis

But I’ve made it too hard
By forgetting the night
That the fire didn’t answer to the flame
That the fire didn’t answer to the flame

Josephine
Josephine
Josephine
Josephine
Josephine
Josephine
Josephine
Josephine