Ancient Highway There's a small cafe on the outskirts of town I'll be there when the sun goes down Where the roadside bends And it twists and turns Every new generation And I'll be praying to my higher self Don't let me down, keep my feet on the ground There's a roadside jam playin' on the edge of town In a town called Paradise near the ancient highway When the train whistle blows All the sadness that Hank Williams knows And the river flows Call them pagan streams and it spins and turns In a factory in a street called Bread in East Belfast Where Georgie knows best What it's like to be Daniel in the lion's den Got so many friends only most of the time When the grass is high and the rabbit runs Though it's talkin' to you and I And every new generation comes to pay The dues of the organ grinder jam And the grinder's switch of the sacrifice Everybody made to be rational with understanding And I'll be praying to my higher self Oh, don't let me down, keep my feet on the ground What about all the people living in the nightmare hurt
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