Desolation Angels

(album: Under The Table And Above The Sun - 2003)

I saw the same old streets for far too long
I put the rubber on the road
I left it all behind
And now paid with memories
Those streets are long since gone
Rubber on the road & the blood inside.

And I've been around this land of opportunity
The road is hard and it don't offer up immunity
I've rode this country hard, from sea to shining sea
I've shared a dance with Lady Liberty.

I broke down despite my prayers
Full tilt and half the way
The rubber on the road & the blood inside
But I ain't got far to go
I'll leave 'er where she lay
Keep the rubber on the road & the blood inside.

Because wealth of matter has never made much sense to me
And It's bought a lot of souls and never has it set one free
I shed a couple tears but never did I grieve
I walked away and left the keys.

And I'll ketch me the midnight ghost
We'll roll down that Western Coast
Fields of green
Valleys of wine
St. Theresa, don't you worry
We'll make it on time.

We're there before we know
Just watch this Grey Ghost go
Steel on the tracks & the hammer down
Things used to move so slow
These days it's roll man roll
Steel on the tracks & the hammer down.

And it's bound to take its toll
Out running wild and living free
And I've done some growing up
But I never lost the child in me
We're tossing dice at things
That might not ever be
All just to see what I can see, yea.

And I'll ketch me the midnight ghost
We'll roll down that Western Coast
Fields of green
Valleys of wine
St. Theresa, don't you worry
We'll make it on time.

Well I know that it can't last
Someday this ride will stall
Rubber on the road & the blood inside
'Cause even mighty mountains
Someday might crumble & fall
Keep the rubber on the road & the blood inside.

Finding out the hard way
Don't leave school with much validity
And living hand to mouth
Don't leave room for much nobility
We know the end is near
But not when it will be
Or is it close enough to see, yea.

And I'll ketch me the midnight ghost
We'll roll down that Western Coast
Fields of green
Carmel wine
St. Theresa, don't you worry
St. Theresa, don't you worry
St. Theresa, don't you worry
We'll make it on time