Come all you undertakers of my feelings
And bury all my still surviving dreams
Just let me stay alone awhile awondering
The night is never quite what it seems
And now I'm walking alone, on a dark, desert road
The track is burning my feet
I've lost my direction, I've got nowhere to go
No more expectations, I have no one to meet
Come all you undertakers of my freedom
And bury me alive, 6ft below the ground
I am no more the ruler of my kingdom
For a gallon of petrol I have sold my crown
And now I'm walking alone...
Our writers and poets are fading away
The night is replacing the day
Our leaders are lost and our critics are paid
And justice is just another trade
I see the sleeping beauties to the setting of the sun
To its rise there's a fall in the truth
Reality's bending, and war becomes fun
The end of the line is too soon
And now I'm walking alone...
The highway is turning to a dire, dirty lane
An alley of junkfood and dust
I wait with my guitar for the forthcoming rain
To clean all my diamonds of the rust
