Long Road Out Of Eden - Eagles

Long Road Out of Eden
Written by Don Henley,Chenn Frey&Timothy B.Schmit
Music
Moon shinning down through the palms
Shadows moing on the sand
Dusty rifle in his trembling hands
Somebody tring just to stay alive
He got promsises to keep
Over the ocean in America
Far away and fast asleep
Silent stars blinking in the blackness of an endless sky
Cold silver satellites,ghostly caravans passing by
Galaxies unfolding;new worlds being born
Pilgrims and prodigals creeping towrd the dawn
But it's a long road out of Eden
Music blasting from an SUV
On a bright and sunny day
Rolling down the interstate
In the good ol'USA
Having lunch at the petroleum club
Smokin' fine cigars and swappin' lies
"Gimme 'nother slice o'that barbecued brisket!"
"Gimme 'nothing piece o' that pecan pie!"
Freeways flickering,cell phones chiming a tune
We're riding to Utopia;road map says we'll be arriving soon
Captains of the old order clinging to the reins
Assuring us these aches inside are only crowing pains
But it's a long road out of Eden
Back home I was so certain
The path was very clear
I'm not counting on tomorrow
And I can't tell wrong from right
But I'd give anthing to be there in your arms tonight
Weaving down the American highway
Through the litter and the wrechage and the cultural junk
Bloated with entitlement;loaded on propaganda
And now we're driving dazed and drunk
Been down the road to Damascus,the road to Mandalay
Met the ghost of Caesar on the Appian Way
He said,"It's hard to stop this bingeing,once you get a taste."
"But the road to empire is a bloody,stupid waste."
But all the knowledge in the world is of no use to fools
And it's a long road out of Eden
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