The Road to Erewhon

Well, I didn't grow up in no peaceful valley
Didn't break bread with any family
Didn't see you, didn't know my daddy
Just five cents makin' my way

Well, I didn't see none of that golden weather
Night of the rights is what I know
Time on my pieces keep 'em all together
Cry if you like, but the wind still blows

And it's two ways home
One way dark, the other narrow
Two ways goin'
One or the other, you get shown
One or the other, you get shown

So this is the place that I call my country
Dogs in the box that I rested on
See all the souls that lost their callin'
Markin' the road to where I fall

And it's two ways home
One way dark, the other narrow
Two ways goin'
One or the other, you get shown
One or the other, you get shown

And if the bells are ringin'
And if the tunnel's clear
And if the city's singin'
I might make it there

Well, I didn't see none of that golden weather
Night of the rights is what I know
Time on my pieces keep 'em all together
Cry if you like, but the wind still blows

And it's two ways home
One way dark, the other narrow
Two ways goin'
One or the other, you get shown
One or the other, you get shown

And if the bells are ringin'
And if the tunnel's clear
And if the city's singin'
I might make it there

So this is the place that I call my country
Dogs in the box that I rested on
Hear all the souls that lost their callin'
Markin' the road to where I fall