long road out of eden

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 asleep

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

but 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 old usa

having lunch at the petroleum club

smokin' fine cigars and swappin' lives

he said

give me another slice of that barbecued brisket!"