Lyrics:

Theres a Diner out on Route Three Twenty Two.
Western Pennsylvania.

I spent my life there one afternoon.
I cant get that stretch of road
Out of my head.

I hear it when I
Take a shower
Reading the paper.
Id look up and see it
Across the valley.

They tore down the Starlight
And down at the end of the road
Built a big Days Inn.
Blocks the view.

But I know that roads still there
I can feel it wherever I go.
Whatever Im doing
It knows that Im still here.
And it's waitin.

We are abandoned.
Lies own the word.
All the pictures and
All the museums
In the world
Are just a sham
Peeking played
By the clever people
Who broke the rules.

Reality is defined by the needs of the
Media
History is rewritten
Faster than it can happen.
Cultures a weapon
Thats used against us.
Cultures a swamp.
And a superstition;
Ignorance and abuse.

Geography is a language
That cant screw up.
Land,
And what we add to it
Cannot lie.
Its also like a mirror
In which we see ourselves,
Or choose to turn away.

Watch it now.
Watch it.
Watch it.