THE BLACKTOP ROAD IS MELTING
TAR RUNNIN THROUGH THE CRACKS
WE'RE OUR HERE WITH OUR FLAT TIRE SOULS
AND WE AIN'T COMIN BACK
TOO MANY DEVILS STANDING IN OUR TRACKS
WE CAN'T TURN AROUND
WE POINT OUR FACES TO THE RISING SUN
AND WHISTLE THROUGH THIS TOWN
ALL OUR LOVE AND ALL OUR FEAR
MINGLE WITH THE URGE TO DISAPPEAR
HERE WE ARE BY THE RUMBLING BRIDGE
LEAVE OUR BAGS BY THE RIVER'S EDGE
YOU COULD SAY WE'RE ON OUR WAY BACK HOME
WE MADE OUR PEACE THE HOWLING WIND
WHO KNOWS IF WE'LL MEET AGAIN
YOU COULD SAY WE'RE ON OUR WAY BACK HOME
WE THOUGHT THAT LIFE WAS AN ENDLESS WHEEL
SPINNING IN A CEASELESS GRIND
WE COULD HAVE GOTTEN OFF SOMEWHERE
BUT WE DIDN'T HAVE THE TIME
IF I HAD TO WRITE IT DOWN
AND IF I DIDN'T LIE
I WOULD SAY THAT NOTHING LASTS
BUT THE LIGHT WITHIN YOUR EYES
ALL OUR LOVE AND ALL OUR FEAR
MINGLE WITH THE URGE TO DISAPPEAR