On the road
Led by golden signs
Carrot in the storefront of the careless mind
Chalice of the happy kind
Blood from the fight in those lovely eyes of
Yours
Son of labour draw your knives
Bury them in your mother's thighs
With the grin your father gave you
On the road like the wheel they turn
Whistle at the girls like birds
Follow every move they make
Whoever made dreams so real
Was a careful whisper in the night
Whoever made you stand so still
Is a long lonely goodbye
Goodbye
Goodbye