In taking the isolated road to Rush
We traveled through woods so lush,
weathered boards and rusted nails
make up the last buildings still in this vale.
Water gurgles and trickles over stones
that lay in the now quiet creek that roams
through the middle of this desolate town
made up now of ghosts of men who seeked and found
ore rich in the minerals they mined
to support the families in the homes that lined
the steep winding road that sits in the hush
of the once busy little town known as Rush.
