It's Like Going Out To The Desert

Every Step Of The Way We Walk The Line Your Days Are Numbered, So Are Mine Time Is Pilin' Up, We Struggle And We Scrape We're All Boxed In, Nowhere To Escape

People Tell Me It's A Sin, To Know And Feel Too Much Within.

How Many Times Have You Heard Someone Say If I Had His Money I'd Do Things My Way Hmm, But Little They Know Hmm, It's So Hard To Find One Rich Man In Ten With A Satisfied Mind.

There Are A Lot Of Places I Like, But I Like New Orleans Better.

Every Nerve In My Body Is So Vacant And Numb/i Can't Even Remember What It Was I Came Here To Get Away From/don't Even Hear A Murmur Of A Prayer/it's Not Dark Yet, But It's Getting There.