Nothing Left to Hate - Chris Eckman

Scratched in stone

For anyone to read

Everything belongs

And then it leaves

A silence that ain't empty

A blindness that ain't dark

We've been headed south

That from the very start

And the road's a shimmer

On a sagebrush sea

Cut between the highlands

And the deadwood trees

And though we started early

We got here real late

And we ain't got nothing left to hate

Across the stones

Above the flats

Them shadows steal deep into our past

And we shake the dead

But some still breathe

Yeah we shake the dead

And some still dream

Real late

And we ain't got nothing left

Ain't got nothing left

Ain't got nothing left to hate