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Goodnight, Travel well
The unknown distance to the great beyond
Stares back at my grieving frame
To cast my shadow by the holy sun
My spirit moans, with a sacred pain
It's quiet now
The universe is standing still
And there's nothing I can say
There's nothing we can do now
And there's nothing I can say
There's nothing we can do now
And all that stands between the soul's release
This temporary flesh and bone
And know that it's over now
I feel my fading mind begin to roam
Every time you fall, and every time you try
Every foolish dream, and every compromise
Every word you spoke, and everything you said
Everything you left me, rambles in my head
And there's nothing I can say
There's nothing I can do now
And there's nothing I can say
There's nothing I can do now
Up above the world, so high
Everything you loved, and every time you try
Everybody's watching, everybody cry
Stay, don't leave me, the stars can wait for your sign, don't signal now
There's nothing I can say
There's nothing I can do now
And there's nothing I can say
There's nothing we can do now
Goodnight, travel well
Goodnight, travel well
There's nothing I can say
Nothing I can do now
Goodnight, travel well
Travel well
Travel well
"The song that's causing Flowers most trouble is Goodnight, Travel Well. Set to be the album's closer, and running to almost seven minutes, it's a tribute to Dave Keuning's mother, who died recently, and to Brandon Flowers' mother, who has a brain tumour -- he says she's responding "really well to the chemo and the radiation so far".
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