Up and down the winding long road

For someday this might turn into a legend
For this might be our children's hollywood picture
For their stories might be our actual events
So don't throw up your hands too easily

We might be fools for a season
We might look through the eyes of prostitution
We might get close to the edge
But don't toss out the pages too quickly

Up and down the winding long road
Keep our vision clear, keep 'em clean
Up and down the ladder of snakes and bones
We might find some saving grace

So we should find it worth the fight
So we should work it out, so we could live this loud
So the anthem would breathe
The fire and the sword to make us lord of lords.

Count the pebbles in your parties
Count them full of flogged out clean slates
Count on me, your dinner for a one night stand
I'm in it for the long road, will you come with me

So, up and down the winding long long road to nowhere it seems
Lord, keep our vision clear, yeah, yet so clean
Up and down our ladder of snakes and dancing dry bones
We might find that saving grace we've been crying for...

We might be fools for the season
Might be the laughable tunes for hollywood
The stories might not match up for the good change
But don't rip it out, love's coming home soon.