Lyrics:

All the time you were keeping me straight
I was bleeding powers
In my mind it was never too late
And the days were hours

And sure the waves still make spray at the old sea wall
And the road leads somewhere but it's not yet to your door
And the road leads somewhere but it's not yet to your door

Let's go down to the old South End
Where we used to meet
Take me back to the basements and alleys
On Wallbridge Street

But it'll only make me sadder when I can't conjure ghosts no more
And the road leads somewhere, but it's not yet to your door
And the road leads somewhere, but it's not yet to your door

All the time you've spent working away
Well, you've done more than your part
All the times you only wanted your say
Not their slings and darts

And still you couldn't let them drown in their own hate no more
And the road leads somewhere, but it's not yet to your door
And the road leads somewhere, but it's not yet to your door

And you still see people waiting for the next excuse for war
And the road leads somewhere, but it's not yet to your door
And the road leads somewhere, but it's not yet to your door
And the road leads somewhere, but it's not yet to your door