In these desperate times. This I plead. When all else fails remember me. Time and time again I stand at the crossroad. Where the weight of my burden eclipses my resolve. This broken path I've chosen, I walk it alone. Though I feel forgotten, you've

And daughters that don't belong to anyone And we are alone under this sun We are the long forgotten sons And we work to fix the work that you've undone Far from home on a road unknown Where the vultures circle on winds that blow From northern skies that

We built the bridges (brace for the crash) We built the bridges We now sleep under We frame the door ways We may not pass through The very same roads That we now wander Who once you pass us by on We paved with our bare hands

Oh ! Lord, I´m stuck in a Lodi again Just about a year ago I set out on the road Seekin´ my fame and fortune Lookin´ for a pot of gold Thing got bad things got worse I guess you will know the tune Oh ! Lord Stuck in Lodi again Rode in on the Greyhound

Flame thrower You're on the run from the stun of the flame thrower Look to the sky and face the sun You better try to race against the gun Nothing to rival This heavy load Pray for survival End of the road Don't you believe you stand a chance in hell

And I don't know how we So leave me at the roadside And hang me up and out to dry The places inside me that I find Woke up one day somehow thought we knew 'Cause I don't know And I don't think you see Exactly what we're supposed to do

How's that steel horse ride on the streets of gold? Does the promised land have any ol' back roads? Ain't a doubt you've done a burnout on a cloud Knowin' you, you probably laid her down Have you revved it up while the angels sang? Did God get on ya, did

Nobody's foolin' nobody is to where it goes And The highway is alive tonight I'm sittin' down here in the campfire light Man walks along the railroad track He's Goin' some place, there's no turnin' back The Highway Patrol chopper comin' up over the ridge

In a road, won’t you leave me now Both in a road, won’t you leave me now You should go Nina 'Cause I ain’t never coming home And I’ve been living on the road Nina And then again you should know Nina 'Cause that’s you and me

Looking back on those days of thunder I shake my head and I have to wonder How we ever made it through that There's a road and a restless wind Ain't it good to feel that way again Here we are, the way we were A lot of trucks lined up down by the lake