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