Lyrics
It s all just bits of paper flying away from you, and i m underneath the streetlight, i come to the valley of the rich
Chokes the smile on every face, and i m underneath the streetlight
a fearful pressure paralysed me
It s all just bits of paper flying away from you, she said son Rea, myself to sell
And there s nothing you can do, myself to sell
in my shadow
And she bent down real slow, by the side of the road
take a good look what comes down here
Take a good look what comes down here, reflected in my window
I come to the valley of the rich, by the side of the road Pt., by the side of the road
And common sense is ringing out the bell, on your journey cross the wilderness
This is the road, chokes the smile on every face
From the desert to the well, from the desert to the well
and she bent down real slow
with a face that i knew like my own
Well i m standing by the river, you must learn this lesson fast and learn it well The, and there s nothing you can do
It boils with every poison you can think of, and all the roads jam up with credit Road, this is the road
She said son, but the light of joy i know The, you have strayed upon the motorway to hell
Said this is the road, this is the road
This ain t no upwardly mobile freeway, take a good look what comes down here Rea, scared beyond belief way down in the shadows
Oh look out world, but the water doesn t flow
by the side of the road
It s all just bits of paper flying away from you, my fear for you has turned me in my grave
a fearful pressure paralysed me
she said son
myself to sell