文本歌词

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 ol' usa
　　having lunch at the petroleum club
　　smokin' fine cigars and swappin' lives
　　he said: 'gimme 'nother slice o' that barbecued brisket '
　　gimme other piece o' that pecan pie '
　　freeways flickering cell phones chiming a tune
　　we're riding to utopia road map says we'll be arriving soon
　　captains of the old order clinging to the reins
　　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 that are we doing here
　　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 loaded on propaganda
　　and now we're driving dazed and drunk
　　been down the road to damascus
　　the road to mandalay
　　met the ghost of caesar on the appian way
　　he said 'it's hard to stop this bingeing once you get a taste '
　　'but the road to empire 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