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There's a diner out on route three twenty two |
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Western pennsylvania |
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I spent my life there one afternoon |
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I can't get that stretch of road |
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Out of my head |
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I hear it when I |
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Take a shower |
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Reading the paper |
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I'd look up and see it |
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Across the valley |
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They tore down the starlight |
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And down at the end of the road |
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Built a big day's inn |
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Blocks the view |
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But I know that road's still there |
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I can feel it wherever I go |
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Whatever I'm doing |
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It knows that I'm still here |
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And it's waitin' |
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We are abandoned |
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Lies own the word |
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All the pictures and |
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All the museums |
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In the world |
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Are just a sham |
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Peeking played |
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By the clever people |
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Who broke the rules |
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Reality is defined by the needs of the |
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Media |
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History is rewritten |
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Faster than it can happen |
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Culture's a weapon |
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That's used against us |
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Culture's a swamp |
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And a superstition |
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Ignorance and abuse |
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Geography is a language |
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That can't screw up |
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Land |
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And what we add to it |
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Cannot lie |
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It's also like a mirror |
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In which we see ourselves |
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Or choose to turn away |
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Watch it now |
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Watch it |
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Watch it |
