Long Way Down

Lights along the highway, sharper than the sky
Madmen in the café sing "I should die"
Wheels forever turning but never touching ground
It's a long way up but it's a long way down

Hands with just one finger pointing at my face
Joltin' Joe DiMaggio can take my place
The cigarette I smoke, oh has been seen around
It's a long way up but it's a long way down

Roadhouse friends, they're shaking my hand
They're making my plans, telling me which hat to wear
As if our brothers care

Songs within the jukebox, the latest pauper band
Seabird dead and twisted, lost amongst the sand
Me screaming at the mirror that never makes a sound
Oh, it's a long way up but it's a long way down

Roadhouse friends, they're shaking my hand
They're making my plans, telling me which hat to wear
As if our brothers care

And my roadhouse friends, they're shaking my hand
They're making my plans, telling me which hat to wear
As if our brothers care

And my roadhouse friends, they're shaking my hand
They're making my plans, telling me which hat to wear
As if our brothers care

And my roadhouse friends, they're shaking my hand
They're making my plans, telling me which hat to wear
As if our brothers care

And my roadhouse friends, they're shaking my hand
They're making my plans, telling me which hat to wear
As if our brothers care

And my roadhouse friends, they're shaking my hand
They're making my plans, telling me which hat to wear
As if our brothers care