There is a straight line from the womb to the grave There is a roadmap from the B to the A Someone to respect is so very hard to find Along the highway I walk the straight line Flesh and blood and hope On the thin end of the rope Love and truth and muscle and bones On the shoulder throwing stones Now we're older and still old Winter still becomes so cold - so cold She stood beside me in a room Where you do what you always wanted to We walked like lovers into the hole in the roof High wind blowin' on in We wait for the rain High day strummin' my highway On the wheels of a slow movin' train How long must I wait, how many days How long will this take I'm in a hurry and I must be movin' on I've got a pistol in my pocket It's loaded and ready to shoot I've got a spoon full of these bullets My God what a wonderful day When your anger overwhelms you And you just can't hold it back Hit hard - hit with feeling Because we love, because we love, because we love Because we love, because we love Woke up in a precious old town I was hungry and I prayed to God above I was handcuffed to my future I could see it clearer than the daylight Oh Los Angeles, home of the lost and the vigorous Give me the strength I need Give me a hero's welcome Welcome back my son I know that things don't change here Hold me close now, hold me close I'll keep you safe, safe and sorrowful Flesh and blood and hope On the thin end of the rope Sparrow choir sings a roadside hymn Sends you smiling - out on a limb