Walking down this lonesome highway The road is long and the nights are cold The dream remains, which now is fading Signs of ageing- so I'm told I've seen the lights go down on Broadway People lost in an endless wheel I've heard the cries of a newborn baby Her mother's tears on our TV screens And we wonder where we're going And we can't get there too soon Never think about tomorrow On the bright side of the moon Through the dark we'll go on searching For that bright eternal wheel While we take what we can plunder In the name of liberty So is our conscience weighed, and often? A drop of rain in an endless sea Think about what wise men told us We've only got one chance, you see If we lose what we take for granted If we build for the sake of stone Burn the land in the name of progress Will it end where we call home? So if you're on this lonesome highway The road is long and the nights are cold Hold a dream for those who hope for A better day than the one before.