Where have you gone? Are the walls still on your mind?
Where have you run, expecting to find something?
Do you realize you are bound to hit the floor?
Do you realize that the walls you make and the places you stay
will get beaten by the wind and erode?
The ones in trouble who get down on their luck
get picked up at the crossroads in a pickup truck.
The driver, concealed, speaks real slow,
He says, "There is trouble at the end of this road..."