From the recording Excuses For Kings
Lyrics
Grid machines locked bumper to bumper
I need it like a hole in the head
As lost trolls patrol their tolls, heavy rollers
Pass off pennies from the eyes of the dead
Once we ferried stone
From Memphis to Cairo
Now we sit in traffic instead
Moving by stars and trash spewed from cars
Strewn up and down this highway tonight
And the radio, drive-time, talk DJ plays us back into the fray
Oh! In the ancient days
We were slaves but free in another way
Our minds were free-wheeling
Our hearts were still feeling
The rapture of the light
Through the heat and defeat
Hear our spirits still beat out
The call to return to the fight
Breaking bread with the preacher and the beast
To see you through the famine and the feast
Put your fortune and the brine up to the sail
Rescue your fathers from the belly of the whale
Another highway to nowhere
Another time to be free
Don’t let your wheels drag you under
Just keep your heal to the steel
Another fly to the windshield
Close your ears while the church choirs squeal
Their excuses for Kings and the whims of
The chattering classes
Another time for disorder
Another face in the crowd
Another head to the water
Another cross to the brow
Another lamb to the slaughter
Oh! Your life won’t wait this time
For a sign from above
To put up another reason
Another wasted year
Once more astride this once great divide
One-eyed Pharaohs in the land of the blind
So many fell, that I fear the falcon will not
Put us back together this time
And the radio, drive-time, talk DJ fades