Out Of Control (LP Version)

Out Of Control (LP Version)




Moon shinin’ down through the palms Shadows movin’ on the sand Somebody whisperin’ the twenty-third psalm Dusty rifle in his tremblin’ hands Somebody tryin’ just to stay alive He got promises to keep Over the ocean in America Far away and fast asleep Silent stars blinkin’ in the blackness of an endless sky Cold silver satellites, ghostly caravans passin’ by Galaxies unfoldin’, new world’s bein’ born Pilgrims and prodigals creepin’ toward the dawn And it's a long road out of Eden Music blastin’ from an SUV On a bright and sunny day Rollin’ down the Interstate In the good old USA Havin’ lunch at The Petroleum Club Smokin' fine cigars and swappin' lives He said, "Give me another slice of that barbecued brisket Give me another piece of that pecan pie" Freeways flickerin’, cell phones chimin’ a tune We're ridin’ to utopia, road map says we'll be arrivin’ soon Captains of the old order clingin’ to the reins Assurin’ us these aches inside are only growin’ pains But it's a long road out of Eden Back home, I was so certain the path was very clear But now I have to wonder what are we doin’ here? I'm not countin’ on tomorrow and I can't tell wrong from right But I'd give anythin’ to be there in your arms tonight Weavin’ down the American highway Through the litter and the wreckage and the cultural junk Bloated with entitlement, loaded on propaganda Now we're drivin’ dazed and drunk Been down the road to Damascus, the road to Mandalay Met the ghost of Caesar on the Appian way He said, "It's hard to stop this bingein’ once you get a taste But the road to empire is a bloody stupid waste" Behold the bitten apple, the power of the tools But all the knowledge in the world is of no use to fools And it's a long road out of Eden


The Studio Albums 1972-1979
The Studio Albums 1972-1979Eagles
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