Cherry Lane

Past the wounded cars reflecting all their dirty light

Past the unnamed bars, the unnamed prisoners of the night

Past the Winnebago dreaming all its iron dreams

Past the haunted drugstore where the fortune teller leans

Past the gravel parking lot where blood is always blood

Past the storefront church where they say God made Man from mud

There you'll find the broken toys who chased their love in vain

If you wander over yonder down my Cherry Lane

Past the dimming county line where all turns black and red

Past the winners' trash bags where the losers lay their heads

Listen to the freight trains rumbling, talking in their sleep

See the lonesome drifter ask the Lord her soul to keep

Walk beneath the signpost where the purple neon hums

See the ugly cardboard world where someday never comes

And you may see my old man Gideon walking with a cane

If you wander over yonder down my Cherry Lane

I got sick, then I got sicker, and then I lost my way

Heard a song without a singer at the close of day

I went driving, I went walking, I went far away

Went somewhere you can't come back from, somewhere you can't stay

If you see me on your journey, try and say my name

You can turn and trace your footsteps back the way you came

Or you can take the highway running wild through joy and pain

If you wander over yonder down my Cherry Lane