Moon shinin down through the palms Shadows movin on the sand Somebody whisperin the twenty-third psalm Dusty rifle in his tremblin hands
Somebody tryin just to stay alive He got promises to keep Over the ocean in America Far away and fast asleep
Silent stars blinkin in the blackness of an endless sky Cold silver satellites, ghostly caravans passin by Galaxies unfoldin, new worlds bein born Pilgrims and prodigals creepin toward the dawn And it's a long road out of Eden
Music blastin from an SUV On a bright and sunny day Rollin down the Interstate In the good old USA
Havin lunch at The Petroleum Club Smokin' fine cigars and swappin' lives He said, "Give me another slice of that barbecued brisket Give me another piece of that pecan pie"
Freeways flickerin, cell phones chimin a tune We're ridin to utopia, road map says we'll be arrivin soon Captains of the old order clingin to the reins Assurin us these aches inside are only growin pains But it's a long road out of Eden
Back home, I was so certain the path was very clear But now I have to wonder what are we doin here? I'm not countin on tomorrow and I can't tell wrong from right But I'd give anythin to be there in your arms tonight
Weavin down the American highway Through the litter and the wreckage and the cultural junk Bloated with entitlement, loaded on propaganda Now we're drivin dazed and drunk
Been down the road to Damascus, the road to Mandalay Met the ghost of Caesar on the Appian way He said, "It's hard to stop this bingein once you get a taste But the road to empire is a bloody stupid waste"
Behold the bitten apple, the power of the tools But all the knowledge in the world is of no use to fools And it's a long road out of Eden