I scoured the wasteland,
scorched and seedy
Looking for the writing on the wall
But all I found was some fool's graffiti
On the door of a shithouse stall
I crawled the miles between
living and survival
Where priests and
princes seldom go
That's how I came to my late arrival
At the house of the ghost of the road
Out where the ever clear kneels
to kiss the wild wood
and caress the breast of mother earth
I stood like a scarecrow
in the land of my childhood
and called out the demons of my birth
I screamed the question,
why do we keep on guessing
at something we all already know?
I wasn't sure who I
was addressing
when up walked the ghost of the road
Yes, the wisdom of your kingdom
has escaped my grasp
So don't you come back unless you bring
some answers to the questions I ask
I'll bury them on a hillside
greener than your money
Where your powers of
greed can never grow
You'll find me by the fire
Playin' gin and rummy
And drinkin' with the ghost of the road
I've seen you flying high
all across the jet stream
Escaping all you've laid to waste
Safe and secluded in your blue
-blooded wet dream
With all bitter memories erased
Miles and miles above the
huddling masses
Pointing at their ghettos down below
An d when you come down
you can kiss two asses
Mine and the ghost of the rose
Yeah, yeah
La la la la la la la