I was born at the end of the line,
So at least the trains would always leave on time.
We don't see people pa**ing on through,
They'd have nowhere else to move on to.
See the road as your drivin' by the river.
It's the same one you'll be leavin' on.
I see your face as you push towards the bar,
Glad you're still saying you've been gone to long.
And you went too far, oh you went to far.
And the road to the south, is paved with good intentions,
So much grand inventions and schemes.
But the road to the north, is filled with recollections,
Long lost affections and dreams.
I was born at the end of the line,
Welcome to Tucson, that was the sign.
But no gunslingers came riding through,
They'd have nowhere else to ride on to.
Oh, Smell the air as you're drivin' by the river,
All you need to be is where you are.
And hear the home, where home is an old familiar song,
He's just saying that you went to far,
And you stayed too long, oh you stayed too long.
And the road to the south, is paved with good intentions,
So much grand inventions and schemes.
But the road to the north, is filled with recollections,
Long lost affections and dreams.
And dreams... Dreams...
If I should pa** you, going the other way,
Give my regards to London Town.
And if my fortune deserts me one day,
I may be following, I may be following you down.