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All the time you were keeping me straight I was bleeding powersIn my mind it was never too late, and the days were hoursAnd sure the waves still make spray at the old sea wall...And the road leads somewhere, but it's not yet to your doorAnd the road leads somewhere, but it's not yet to your doorLet's go down to the old South End, where we used to meetTake me back to the basements and alleys on Walbridge StreetAh, but it'll only make me sadder when I can't conjure ghosts no moreAnd the road leads somewhere, but it's not yet to your doorAnd the road leads somewhere, but it's not yet to your doorAll the time you've spent working away, well you've done more than your partAll the times you only wanted your say, not their slings and dartsAnd still you couldn't let them drown in their own hate no moreAnd the road leads somewhere, but it's not yet to your doorAnd the road leads somewhere, but it's not yet to your doorAnd you still see people waiting for the next excuse for warAnd the road leads somewhere, but it's not yet to your doorAnd the road leads somewhere, but it's not yet to your doorAnd the road leads somewhere, but it's not yet to your door From Letras Mania