Past the wounded cars reflecting all their dirty light Past the unnamed bars, the unnamed prisoners of the night Past the Winnebago dreaming all its iron dreams Past the haunted drugstore where the fortune teller leans Past the gravel parking lot where blood is only blood Past the storefront church where they say God made Man from mud There you'll find the broken toys who chased their love in vain If you wander over yonder down my Cherry Lane
Past the dimming county line where all turns black and red Past the winners' trash bags where the losers lay their heads Listen to the freight trains rumbling, talking in their sleep See the lonesome drifter ask the Lord her soul to keep Walk beneath the signpost where the purple neon hums See the ugly cardboard world where someday never comes And you may see my old man Gideon walking with a cane If you wander over yonder down my Cherry Lane
I got sick, then I got sicker, and then I lost my way Heard a song without a singer at the close of day I went driving, I went walking, I went far away Went somewhere you can't come back from, somewhere you can't stay If you see me on your journey, try and say my name You can turn and trace your footsteps back the way you came Or you can take the highway running wild through joy and pain If you wander over yonder down my Cherry LaneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
