Old man in the green sweater
Leans over the bridge rail
And I worship this weather
After so much gray
And the violins swell in my head
We lie in the sun by the stinking pond with our scales turning red
This is the land of half-finished roads
And cheap gla** j**elry
We make that stuff you drink too much of
So take some home
With a picture for your friends
Can you tell me where this road
Can you tell me where this road ends?
We are past the point of caring what we wear or what you think of it
The floor of the grove of trees gets raked on time
This place it has been drained, the clock wound down
And no one could stop it
We jump in and out of the time machine as if owned it, as if we'd know better
As if we'd know better
This is the land of half-finished roads
And cheap gla** j**elry
We make that stuff you drink too much of
So take some home
With a picture for your friends
Can you tell me where this road
Can you tell me where this road ends?
The sign at the fork in the road says, "Straight on"
The sign at the fork in the road says, "Straight on"
The sign at the fork in the road says, "Straight on"
The sign at the fork in the road says, "Straight on"