You better think long and hard about your next move
No one's remembered for anything other than the shape they left the room
And out on the open road, you can sing those songs
People may sing along, you can live your life in a photograph on the wall
But can they sing harmonies? What then when the picture fades?
No one is ever remembered for anything other than the last thing that they did
And out on the open road, you may not last long,
When the floor begins to shake, will you resist or give way to oblivion?

It's hard to understand but you can feel it in your stomach
The world sure has its way of giving you things you never wanted.
You're hungry for control, man, don't you ever listen?
Ain't it funny how a foxhole will drive a man to superstition?

You better think long and hard what you want to do,
There's going to come a time when you'll realize there's not much left of you.
And out on the open road, you may be alone...
when the floor begins to shake, will you resist or give way to oblivion?

It's hard to understand but you can feel it in your stomach
The world sure has its way of giving you things you never wanted.
You're hungry for control, man, don't you ever listen?
Ain't it funny how a foxhole will drive a man to superstition?
Because his story's already been told

It's hard to understand but you can feel it in your stomach
The world sure has its way of giving you things you never wanted.
You're hungry for control, man, don't you ever listen?
Ain't it funny how a foxhole will drive a man to superstition?