Long Road Out Of Eden
Moon shining down through the palmsShadows moving on the sandSomebody whispering the 23rd PsalmDusty rifle in his trembling handsSomebody trying just to stay aliveHe got promises to keepOver the ocean in AmericaFar away, the master sleeps
Silent stars blinking in the blackness of an endless skyGold, silver satellites, ghostly caravans passing byGalaxies unfolding and new worlds being bornPilgrims and prodigals creeping toward the dawnAnd it's a long road out of Eden
Music blasting from an SUVOn a bright and sunny dayRolling down the interstateIn the good old USAHaving lunch at the petroleum clubSmoking fine cigars and swapping liesThey say, "Give me 'nother slice of that barbecued brisketGive me 'nother piece of that pecan pie"
Freeways flickering; cell phones chiming a tuneWe're riding to Utopia; road map says we'll be arriving soonCaptains of the old order clinging to the reinsAssuring us these aches inside are only growing painsBut it's a long road out of Eden
Back home, I was so certain; the path was very clearBut now I have to wonder - what are we doing here?And I'm not counting on tomorrow and I can't tell wrong from rightBut I'd give anything to be there in your arms tonight
Weaving down the American highwayThrough the litter and the wreckage, and the cultural junkBloated with entitlement, bloated on propagandaNow we're driving dazed and drunk
Went down the road to Damascus, the road to MandalayMet the ghost of Caesar on the Appian WayHe said, "It's hard to stop this binging once you get a tasteBut the road to empire is a bloody, stupid waste"
Behold the bitten apple, the power of the toolsBut all the knowledge in the world is of no use to foolsAnd it's a long road out of Eden