There's a diner out on Route 322 in western Pennsylvania
I spent my life there one afternoon
I can't get that stretch of road out of my head
I hear it when I'm taking a shower or reading the paper
I'd look up and see it across the valley
They tore down the Starlighter down at the end of the road
And built a big Day's Inn that blocks the view
But I know that road's still there
I can feel it wherever I go
Whatever I'm doing
And it knows that I'm still here
And it's waiting

We are abandoned
Liars own the words
All the pictures in all the museums in the world are just a shell and pea game
Played by the clever people to bilk the rubes
Reality is defined by the needs of the media
History is rewritten faster than it can happen
Culture is a weapon that's used against us
Culture is a swampland of superstition, ignorance and abuse
Geography is a language they can't screw up
The land and what we add to it cannot lie
It's also like a mirror
Reflected we see ourselves
Or we choose to turn away
Watch it
Down by the river I shot my baby
By the rivers of Babylon
I wept when I remembered you oh Zion
Take me to the river
Wash me in the water
Watch me now
Watch me