Moon shining down through the palms
Shadows moving on the sand
Somebody whispering the 23rd Psalm
Dusty rifle in his trembling hands
Somebody trying just to stay alive
He got promises to keep
Over the ocean in America
Far away and fast asleep
Si lent stars blin king in the b lackness of an endl ess sky
Go ld, silver sate llites, g hostly cara vans passing by
Ga laxies unfold ing and n ew worlds being born
Pilgrims and prodigals creeping toward the dawn
And it's a l ong road out of Eden
Music blasting from an SUV
On a bright and sunny day
Rolling down the interstate
In the good old USA
Having lunch at the petroleum club
Smoking fine cigars and swapping lies
They say, 'Give me 'nother slice of that barbecued brisket
Give me 'nother piece of that pecan pie'
Fr eeways flic kering; c ell phones chim ing a tune
We're r iding to Utop ia; r oad map says we'll be arriving soon
Ca ptains of the old order c linging to the reins
Assuring us these aches inside are only growing pains
But it's a l ong road out of Eden
Back h ome, I was so cert ain; the p ath was very clear
But now I have to wonder: what are we doing here?
I' m not counting on tomo rrow and I c an't tell wrong from right
But I'd give anything to be there in your arms tonight
Weaving down the American highway
Through the litter and the wreckage, and the cultural junk
Bloated with entitlement, loaded on propaganda
Now we're driving dazed and drunk
Went 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 binging once you get a taste
But the road to empire is a bloody, stupid waste'
Beh old the bitt en apple - the p ower of the tools
But all the knowledge in the world is of no use to fools
And it's a l ong road out of Eden
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