Long Road Out of Eden - The Eagles

Original Album: Long Road Out of Eden (2007) - The Eagles

Moon shining down through the palms, shadows moving on the sand

Somebody whispering the twenty-third Psalm, dusty rifle in his trembling hands

Somebody trying just to stay alive; he got promises to keep

Over the ocean in America; far away and fast alseep

Silent stars blinking in the blackness of an endless sky

Cold silver satellites, ghostly caravans passing by

Galaxies unfolding, new worlds being born;

Pilgrims and prodigals creeping toward the dawn

And it's a long road... out of Eden

Music blasting from an SUV, on a bright and sunny day

Rolling down the interstate in the good ol' USA

Having lunch at the petroleum club, smoking fine cigars and swapping lies

I said

"Gimme another slice of that barbequed brisket, gimme another piece of that pecan pie"

Freeways flickering, cellphones chiming a tune

We're riding to Utopia, roadmap says we'll be arriving soon

Captains of the old order are clinging to the reigns;

Assuring us these aches inside are only growing pains

But it's a long road... out of Eden

Back home, I was so certain - the path was very clear

But now I have to wonder, what are we doing here?

And I'm not counting on tomorrow and I can't tell wrong from right

But I'd give anything to be there in your arms tonight...

Weaving down the American highway, through the litter and the wreckage and the cultural junk

Bloated with entitlement, bloated on propaganda - now we're driving dazed and drunk

Went down the road to Damascus, the road to Mandalay, met the ghost of Ceasar on the Appian Way

He said, "It's hard to stop this binging once you get a taste, but the road to emprie is a bloody stupid waste"

Behold the bitten apple; the power of the tools

But all the knowledge in the world is of no use to fools

And it's a long road... out of Eden