All the time you were keeping me straight I was bleeding powers

In my mind it was never too late, and the days were hours

And sure the waves still make spray at the old sea wall...



And the road leads somewhere, but it's not yet to your door

And the road leads somewhere, but it's not yet to your door



Let's go down to the old South End, where we used to meet

Take me back to the basements and alleys on Walbridge Street

Ah, but it'll only make me sadder when I can't conjure ghosts no more



And the road leads somewhere, but it's not yet to your door

And the road leads somewhere, but it's not yet to your door



All the time you've spent working away, well you've done more than your part

All the times you only wanted your say, not their slings and darts

And still you couldn't let them drown in their own hate no more



And the road leads somewhere, but it's not yet to your door

And the road leads somewhere, but it's not yet to your door



And you still see people waiting for the next excuse for war



And the road leads somewhere, but it's not yet to your door

And the road leads somewhere, but it's not yet to your door

And the road leads somewhere, but it's not yet to your door