The Pennsylvania Long Goodbye

well there's a man at the side of the road with a cardboard sign
trying to tell us all that the end is nigh
i wish i had that kind of inspiration, that kind of drive
i read the words on the church marquee that proclaim:
"jesus christ is the life and the truth and the way."
i wish i had that kind of humility, that kind of faith
instead i get on the road and try to carry myself the best way i know how
the names might change but i'm always the same
in these small cities and big towns
if there's a light at the end of the tunnel then i'll turn around
so my better half says, "you better have some kind of plan.
it's like you don't even know, it's like you can't understand."
deep down she knows it's never been a question of whether or not i can
should i just throw it all up in the air and let the airforce sort it out?
turn on the news and let the commentators
tell us commom people what we're all about?
i see a light at the end of the tunnel and i turn around
and go out, back the way i came
without so much as a claim
that i know anything
so, man, i see your little act of resistance and i raise you my glass
we'll never get any answers- it'll never be them that we ask
and still i get on the road and try to carry us all the best way i know how
there's never been anybody that's changed somebody's mind unless
"somebody" said "anybody" was allowed
there's a light at the end of the tunnel
and i turn around.