Artist: Eagles   Title: The long road out of Eden   ---------------------      Moon shining down through the palms   Shadows moving on the sand   Somebody whispering the 23rd Psalm   Dusty rifle in his trembling hands   Somebody trying just to stay alive   He got promises to keep   Over the ocean in America   Far away, the master sleeps      Silent stars blinking in the blackness of an endless sky   Gold, silver satellites, ghostly caravans passing by   Galaxies unfolding and new worlds being born   Pilgrims and prodigals creeping toward the dawn   And it's a long road out of Eden      Music blasting from an SUV   On a bright and sunny day   Rolling down the interstate   In the good old USA   Having lunch at the petroleum club   Smoking fine cigars and swapping lies   They say, "Give me 'nother slice of that barbecued brisket   Give me 'nother piece of that pecan pie"      Freeways flickering; cell phones chiming a tune   We're riding to Utopia; road map says we'll be arriving soon   Captains of the old order clinging to the reins   Assuring us these aches inside are only growing 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 doing here?   And I'm not counting on tomorrow and I can't tell wrong from right   But I'd give anything to be there in your arms tonight      Weaving down the American highway   Through the litter and the wreckage, and the cultural junk   Bloated with entitlement, bloated on propaganda   Now we're driving dazed and drunk      Went 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 binging 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