There's a blackbird in the road up ahead

A surefire sign of welcome death for me

Dark wings, black future

And they'll pick the meat clean from my hide

Poke my eyes out, box me up

And send me home my sun-bleached bones

If you can't learn to ignore the pain in your legs

Learn to ignore the pain in your lungs

And keep going on and going on to an end that isn't there

Black asphalt stretches on for miles

Built by prisoners working work crews

But these roads don't ever go nowhere

Round in circles, all dead ends

No pot of gold or four leaf clover