Lost Nation Road - Pere Ubu

From out of the night and into the dawn.

The rose-lighted road stretches on and on and on.

The carpenters are knockin it up as I, I come into view —

How this town grows!

I’ve been searchin for the streets of gold.

I don’t know, this may be the day.

Eldorado is paved with clay.

A voice calls from the burning hot,

«It ain’t that good but ya know what ya got!»

There’s always a sign — a portion that’s blown away.

It points to home.

Ma, I’m at a pause in a lost highway.

Right from the start I knew I was running from you.

How do I know?

I went searchin for them streets of gold.

I don’t know, this may be the day.

Eldorado is paved with clay.

A voice calls from the burning hot,

«It ain’t that good but ya know what ya got!»

I been searchin for them streets of gold.

I don’t know, this may be the day.

Eldorado is paved with clay.

A voice calls from the burning hot,

«It ain’t that good but ya know what ya got!»