Sometimes he will take me to a place Where everyone accepts me and I'm happy. I rip this metal mask off from my face I hold my head up high and no one slaps me. But they always come and take me down. My friend steps back, won't make a sound. I fall back again.
Strait on 'till morning Out here nothing matters There is the road on my right There is a wall on my left And I walk slowly backwards My arm stretched out in the hope that someone will stop And carry me to a place that simply isn't HERE
But although the highway's full of lights Well, I could be transparent I think it's been days, months, years. This road is my past. This road is my now. And I'm out here, and nothing matters.
Sometimes I close my eyes and I see a face But it's not a face that I know and it's always different And I know nothing except this road and it's endless, backwards.
I'm trying to attract the light to me And it comes to me But it blinds me And it flies past my shoulder Over and over again 1000 times a night An endless night Blazing impatient lights flying past me As the night presses down on my tired body But there is no place to rest And there is no time to stop Nothing exists excepts this lonely road and it's endless, it's backwards And I'd like to turn around,
But I can't.
(The live version is very different. Among other things, it has a more upbeat end: So I say to myself, why don't you turn around, See where you're going? So I do.)
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