Dust... In the wind...
The sun... Sets again...
This town stands all alone,
in this desert that I call my home.

Dreams... I drift through...
Those... I wish I never knew...
Towns folk in their homes...
Always wished I could be alone.

I... never trusted them...
I'm better off...
Without people, I
heard their whispers in,
churches and steeples.

Woke up one morning and the noises were gone,
I got out of bed and put my slippers on,
I walked to the window where I gazed upon a
world now abandoned at the break of dawn.

Woke up one morning and the noises were gone,
I got out of bed and put my slippers on,
I walked to the window where I gazed upon a
world now abandoned at the break of dawn.

"Late breaking news today, a small town in New Mexico
has been completely evacuated on government order.
They're not answering any questions, and we've not been allowed
access to any witnesses or the occupants of the town. But we have
heard reports of multiple brutal murders... Stay tuned for details.
For now... Here's the weather."

And I don't know.... Where they went...
I searched the buildings... Every apartment.

Disappeared, out of here, all the people went away.
My life... in a state of arrested decay.

But then I wondered... Should I be scared?
Whatever happened to them?
Is something out there?

Disappeared, out of here, all the people went away.
My life... in a state of arrested decay.

"I remember thinking about that, and my heart rate rising and rising, and... and I couldn't- I couldn't breathe.
I kinda lost track of where I was going, I... I think I walked around for hours. The town looks so different empty,
you know? No noises.. No.. noises... I actually miss the noises. I... I swear, though, I heard someone- someone laughing. But I'm always worried about hearing laughing... Hearing.. laughing... (Laughing at me!) And... and it's...
it started getting dark, I need to find shelter, I don't know where I am, I don't know where anyone is, I-"

I shield myself from the night,
and I wait for daylight.
I shield myself from the night,
but to sleep, I lose the fight...

"You're not alone", whispers intone,
"Wake up, old bones... To the unknown."

Panic, agony, cold sweat, and fright!
Movements in darkness, where is my light?!
Gasping, thrashing, fight or take flight,
reaching outward, can't find my knife!

I swear, I hear that same laughing.
I cannot see myself lasting.
Knocked to the floor, I wish I could see...
Screaming for help as if anyone is listening.