lead me through these cities of imaginary trends

something's gonna be changing come the morning time my friend 

as fickle as these streets are they might not even wait around till then



I've got a lot to loose so come and take it from me quick

everything you loose if it makes you stronger it makes you sick

take these cities from me I'll build buildings up with my own bare hands



the uppers aren't necessary the guilt is the coal

that keeps the fire burning to drive out the cold

that creeps in every corner crack and never leaves you alone 

till the lonely messengers come calling you back home 



the trees are stacked in rows on the side of the road 

stripped of any dignity a birthing may have had

100 thousand crucified on the Mojave I-5 line

singers shepherds and salesmen all longing for someone

to kill the joy of wondering and end all their desire

to help them to remember that the road is nothing but a liar



the uppers aren't necessary the guilt is the coal 

that keeps the fire burning to drive out the cold

that creeps in every corner crack and never leaves you alone 

till the lonely messengers come calling you back 



to the red door, cracked and crooked walk way 

the fence impaling the stars 

ghostly keepers lead the way through railroads of abandoned cars

the tracks and city streets cut through like scars



the uppers aren't necessary the guilt is the coal 

that keeps the fire burning to drive out the cold

that creeps in every corner crack and never leaves you alone 

till the lonely messengers come calling you back home, back home