Lost Nation Road

From out of the night and into the dawn.
The rose-lighted road stretches on and on and on.
The carpenters are knockin it up as I, I come into view —
How this town grows!
I’ve been searchin for the streets of gold.
I don’t know, this may be the day.
Eldorado is paved with clay.
A voice calls from the burning hot,
«It ain’t that good but ya know what ya got!»
There’s always a sign — a portion that’s blown away.
It points to home.
Ma, I’m at a pause in a lost highway.
Right from the start I knew I was running from you.
How do I know?
I went searchin for them streets of gold.
I don’t know, this may be the day.
Eldorado is paved with clay.
A voice calls from the burning hot,
«It ain’t that good but ya know what ya got!»
I been searchin for them streets of gold.
I don’t know, this may be the day.
Eldorado is paved with clay.
A voice calls from the burning hot,
«It ain’t that good but ya know what ya got!»