Halfway down the gravel road stands a door that’s halfway open
Through the door there stands a glass that’s always halfway full
Purple mountain tragedies and red light shining through the window
Golden carpet leads the way to somewhere I don’t know
CHORUS
Bombs bursting in my hand
Crumbling maps and telephones
My dreams are shattered ‘cross the land
Dying cries of magazines and dollar bills you never borrowed
Tabloid articles unwritten, papered on the wall
Where were you when we were flying underneath the unwashed masses?
Trudging through the sea of children marching through the hall?
CHORUS
Bloody statues, falling down
‘Neath the hollow oak
And their staring eyes, underground
Dance a waltz with hope
Run away
Run away
