Now that all’s gone
A story far behind
Some memories remaining
Some present in the mind
Home’s the road
Headed to the unknown
They’re running away
You’re leaving this town
Oh unconscious present
Only pictures in the mind
Are there to remain
Till the time when time ends
All the demons and men
Will haunt a lonesome hand
With a flag and no face
With an ace and a bell
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