Eric Andersen The Road
The road lies in wait
patient as a snake
diamonds down its back
glitters in its eyes
the road waits
all my bones to break
here I go again
don't even wonder why
The road calls
winding round these walls
the mesas' wail
to the bitter land
the canyon cries
I am dry
soon be dust
blown across these trails
The road turns in
to amber light
the mesa's dream
crystal night
the water drifts
the rock is stained
the desert's washed
in tears not rain
There is a road
men walk down
they learn to hurt
everything they found
there is a road
where women cry
where no wind blows
and no birds fly
There is a road
where nothing runs
ancient eyes
still seek the sun
a flutter of wings
they make no sound
above a road
a man walks down
above a road
a man walks down
The road lies in wait
patient as a snake
diamonds down its back
glitters in its eyes
the road waits
all my bones to break
here I go again
don't even wonder why
don't even wonder why
