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 Moon shining down through the palms 
Shadows moving on the sand 
Somebody whispering the twenty-third psalm 
Dusty rifle in his trembling hands. 
Somebody trying just to stay alive 
He got promises to keep 
Over the ocean in america 
Far away and fast asleep. 
Silent stars blinking in the blackness of an endless sky 
Cold silver satellites, ghostly caravans passing by 
Galaxies unfolding, new worlds being born 
Pilgrims and prodigals creeping toward the dawn 
But it's a long road out of eden. 
Music blasting from an suv 
On a bright and sunny day 
Rolling down the interstate 
In the good old usa. 
Having lunch at the petroleum club 
Smokin' fine cigars and swappin' lives 
He said, 'give me another slice of that barbecued brisket!' 
'Give me another piece of that pecan pie!' 
Freeways flickering, cell phones chiming a tune 
We're riding to utopia, road map says we'll be arriving soon 
Captains of the old order clinging to the reins 
Assuring us these aches inside are only growing pains 
But it's a long road out of eden. 
Back home I was so certain 
The path was very clear 
But now I have to wonder what are we doing here? 
I'm not counting on tomorrow 
And I can't tell wrong from right 
But I'd give anything to be there in your arms tonight. 
Weaving down the american highway 
Through the litter and the wreckage and the cultural junk 
Bloated with entitlement, loaded on propaganda 
And now we're driving dazed and drunk. 
Been down the road to damascus, 
The road to mandalay 
Met the ghost of caesar on the appian way 
He said, 'It's hard to stop this binging, once you get a taste.' 
'But the road to empire is a bloody stupid waste.' 
Behold the bitten apple - the power of the tools 
But all the knowledge in the world is of no use to fools 
And it's a long road out of eden.... 
            
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