Where the eagle glides ascending,
There's an ancient river bending,
Down the timeless gorge of changes,
Where sleeplessness awaits.
I searched out my companions,
They were lost in crystal canyons,
When the aimless blade of science slashed the pearly gates.
It was then I knew I'd had enough,
Burned my credit card for fuel,
Headed out to where the pavement turns to sand.
With a one-way ticket to the land of truth, and my suitcase in my hand,
How I lost, my friends, I still don't understand.
They had the best selection,
They were poisoned with protection,
There was nothing that they needed,
They had nothing left to find.
They were lost in rock formations,
Or became park bench mutations,
On the sidewalks and in the stations,
They were waiting, waiting...
So I got got bored and left them there,
They were just dead weight to me,
It's better on the road without that load.
From "Thrasher" Neil Young
"Rust Never Sleeps"
