Well, the ditches are on fire
And there ain't no higher ground
You were a prince in the city of angels, kid
Now you're pawning your clothes
in a railroad town
Forgiveness is the killer of snakes,
amigo, in the gardens of despair
Keep your mind on the middle, little brother,
out on that road to no one
From the polo club in
Ibadan to an abandoned church in
Rome
You keep thinking you recognize faces
The way flesh is carved
like ice over bone
Making deals with the wrong
class of people
Between a curse and a prayer
There's a thin line between
power and glory
Out on that road to nowhere
Row, row, row your little dreamboat
Silently down the stream
Bankers, cops,
and candlestick makers
They're all gone wise to your
dirty little schemes
You're riding backwards on a blind horse
In a carnival tent way out there
The tunnel of love was never finished
Out on that road to nowhere
Ashes to ashes
Dirt to dirt
You find high on
Oxycontin and vodka, kid
Why in the hell do you still hurt?
Now every day is the day of reckoning
Even the weatherman
makes you feel scared
Rise up, dead man,
and keep staggering down
That old broken road to nowhere
Oh, your little dreamboat,
silently downstream
Bankers, cops and can
dlestick makers
They're all wise to your
dirty little scheme
You're riding backwards on a blind horse
In some carnival tent way out there
Where the tunnel of love's never finished
Out on that road to nowhere
The tunnel of love was never finished
Out on that broken road to nowhere
Well, the ditch is on fire
And there ain't no higher ground
you