I was awoke last night from a beautiful dream / The world had finally come together it seemed / There were men and women of varied faith and color / Laughing and singing and loving each other / Ah but then I’s awoke / Into what some have dubbed our pseudo-modern age / A real waking nightmare. The mountains high and the valleys low / The rich is rich and the poor is poor / Your train rolls by strawberry pickers / And a beggar at the station / Reaches out his hand / A preacher offers up his sermon for salvation / While the Devil takes what he can. It's an old road / It's an old road // The leaves they turn green to gold / And the weather goes from hot to cool / The whole damn thing is just circles and cycles / Maybe nothing’s new / But there’s a lot to see / And moss don’t gather on a rolling stone / And the fruit’ll tell ya ‘bout the tree. It’s an old road get off when you get on it / Time just blow on by like a whistle in the breeze / And there’s a real thin line between / What ya need and what you want / And it can burn you down / And it can set you free / And the undertaker is gonna make his money / But it don’t have to be today.
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