•ELECTRIC DUST•

I met a man on the corner With a thundercloud in his shoe He said, “Son, where are you going?” I said, “I haven’t got a clue” He pointed down toward the highway Where the blacktop turned to gold Said, “Everybody’s chasing tomorrow But tomorrow’s getting old” There was a preacher on the radio Selling heaven by the mile There was a soldier counting shadows With a cigarette smile And the children in the schoolyard Were drawing rockets in the dust While the old men talked of freedom Like freedom was something you could trust Electric dust Blowing through my eyes Electric dust Falling from the sky I tried to hold it in my hands But it slipped right through my blood You can build yourself a kingdom But you can’t stop the flood I saw a woman at the station With a suitcase full of rain She said, “Everybody wants salvation But nobody wants the pain” She gave me half a cigarette And a map without a road Said, “If you find the place you’re looking for Don’t forget where you came from” Electric dust Blowing through my eyes Electric dust Falling from the sky I tried to hold it in my hands But it slipped right through my blood You can build yourself a kingdom But you can’t stop the flood And the moon hung like a question Over everything we knew While the wind played with the wires Like it had something left to prove I heard a voice behind me Say, “You’re nearly there, my friend” I turned around to answer But there was nobody there Electric dust Blowing through my eyes Electric dust Falling from the sky Everybody’s looking somewhere Everybody’s passing by And the road keeps disappearing Every time I ask it why Electric dust… Electric dust…