There's a diner out on Route 322 in western Pennsylvania I spent my life there one afternoon I can't get that stretch of road out of my head I hear it when I'm taking a shower or reading the paper I'd look up and see it across the valley They tore down the Starlighter down at the end of the road and built a big Day's Inn that blocks the view But I know that road's still there I can feel it wherever I go whatever I'm doing and it knows that I'm still here and it's waiting.
We are abandoned Liars own the words All the pictures in all the museums in the world are just a shell and pea game played by the clever people to bilk the rubes Reality is defined by the needs of the media History is rewritten faster than it can happen Culture is a weapon that's used against us Culture is a swampland of superstition, ignorance and abuse Geography is a language they can't screw up The land and what we add to it cannot lie It's also like a mirror Reflected we see ourselves Or we choose to turn away Watch it.
Down by the river I shot my baby By the rivers of Babylon I wept when I remembered you oh Zion Take me to the river Wash me in the water Watch me now Watch me.
One day I will be your man One day I will be the best that you can do Time will catch up to you like it caught me too.
Frozen broken by light in two My, how my world slows to a stop each night without you One day will you unfreeze me? Will you unfreeze my life where it is stuck to you?
After they've taken everything that we might have owned After they've stolen the thing that we have loved then they say, It's just not enough.
Like Muddy Waters to a recalcitrant guitar player with a hand like a fist, pins him to the wall looks him in the eye says, Boy you must go.
Fire is like a mirror We were standing there rocking on our heels watching the heart of the flames Smoke is like a door Through it you never come back to me
I was standing on the outside inside looking out I was seeing someone that's too far away.
I was standing on the inside looking out looking at the outside I was asking myself, Why do I delay any longer?
Drive to the sun past the brittle bones of a moon-like world It's a big country and a sun-scarred land and the wind howls through a winter of lies.
It's a long way back down a road that everybody knows It's empty now and my eyes are framed in the rear view Does the desperation show?
Drive to the sun, he said through a look that looks from far away We've trailed our dreams behind us for days like paper shredded by the force of our passing.
It's a lonely road when tomorrow has got no home in yesterday All the day goes rushing west The thing is so near words catch in my throat and I can't explain.
East is east but West is best Your golden arms I fear to test.
I know a road they say is the loneliest highway in the world Have you seen it? It's as relentless as the arrow of time and it's just as unforgiving.
Drive to the sun, he said, into the vanishing point Across a dry sea bed of cobalt blue a tin can rusted and salt-encrusted lips we face a mirror.
We will never know what it was that has been lost from here We will never know what it is All we can know is what we have lost instead you and I.
Drive to the sun, he said as yet another ghost town casino forms through the shimmering heat Think of all that existential claptrap that litters the days of our lives.
In the hard-edged town the form that the light takes is like a trickle down Some things it can filter out softens the faces of the angry men who still walk around in the harvest night of a suitcase town.
I fear the pace of change I fear the face of change Something in the air tastes of strange enough Everybody must go Everybody must swear an oath to leave I heard it on the radio That's how I know.
We pulled off the highway Drove down Main Street Found a one-pump where we gassed and asked where the food was Just like we knew we'd been expected all along.
Lawyer had an office on the second floor Reached it from the outside up the stairs side of the wall Just past there I looked down the street and saw where the town disappeared into the high plains I knew that somewhere out there is a valley filled with frozen clouds Dust hangs in the air like it is perfume and no one is waiting Is someone here who knows me?
I meant to write down the name of the town I don't remember the highway we took to get to it or where we went afterwards I do remember the frozen quality of the hours we stayed there I remember the waitress and what Tom had to eat I remember the faces of the other customers like they was my own family I remember that just over the horizon there was a valley that was filled with frozen clouds where dust hangs in the air like it was perfume.
Maybe it's in the moonlight or maybe it's in the headlights but the driver of the car's still your Man In The Moon The guy at his side was your brother Bill They was howling at the world from the top of a hill.
Tonight I can see them in your eyes like I saw it in a dream Baby, you better come inside cause the driver of the car's still the Man In The Moon The guy at his side is your brother Bill.
They was howling at the world In a fly's eye.
In the halo of the evening where the kitchen meets the nighttime At the screen who is it standing there? Hey baby, you're letting all the bugs in.
Have you ever felt like a one-horse town has come your way? Came to stay? In a wheelhouse big gears are grinding.
Have you ever crossed a threshing room floor? When the dust hangs in the air? Have you ever thought that you might be the clown? When the light hangs in the dust?
In a center ring across a hot floor no one knows who you used to be Or where you've been or what you've done or the things that you've felt.
In a wheelhouse great big gears are grinding Big gears grind.