Carboniferous

Tragic as the ocean air
As the tide goes out for the last time
He stands by the cliffside where
He can still hear her voice in his mind

On the wind, it begins...

Go to the meadows with her love on your lips
The path, it is smooth, but you'll prob'ly still trip
Her tracks are all fresh, but they're easy to lose
And her crime, it is clear, but still harder to prove

Swift as the howling storm
Rolling in on a small cave there out by the sea
To find his old love so starving and worn
But the law, it demands that he not set her free

On her chains, shining tear stains...

Go to the gallows with his love on your lips
Take care of the stairs, in the rain you may slip
The noose around your neck, with betrayal's harsh touch
But you look out and see him and still miss him so much

Bleak as a graveside
With no name to bear
He stood by the cliffside
And spread his arms to the air

A pocket of gold for the weight of his soul...

Go to the shadows with her love on your lips
The last name you say before you step off the cliff
Is the government's glory worth breaking her heart
The worth of your own to be a free man with chain-link scars