The Road Eric Andersen

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 down 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 with 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