Out on revolution road, the lights go down
The boys are heading out to some godforsaken town
Loading up the van, its goodbye again
On the road

In some ordinary club, you were gods
Sons of saviours and failures who beat the odds
With an old guitar in hand, you began again
All alone

And oh, were all dreamers whose dreams have run
Were all drinking and singing to crowds of one
Searching for tomorrow in a sea of what has gone
But the song carries on

Once some million dollar man caught the show
Talkin labels, and stables and rollin in the dough
Took some paperwork in hand, and you grabbed the pen
On your own

Cause oh, how could you pass it up when your ship came in,
But oh, when she tanked and sank, howd you to learn to swim?
Is it love or money that makes the fire still burn
Will the song ever return?

Well they tore down Wongs and they tore down your songs
And they tore you down too
They say your scene is dead and the doctor said
Not a damn thing you can do
But every generation kills its heroes and zeroes with equal aplomb
So dont you hang your head, cause like the man said,
Youve got to live before youre gone
So you carry on

Out on revolution road the lights are low
The boys are setting up for another lonely show
Loadin up and then, the dreams alive again
On the road
Yeah, on the road
On the road

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