The king is gone but he's not forgotten
You can't be 20 on Sugar Mountain.
I used to walk like a giant on the land. Now I feel like a leaf floating in a stream
The same thing that makes you live can kill you in the end.
I ran into the preacher, said God was on my side, then I ran into the hangman.
It was then I knew I'd had enough, Burned my credit card for fuel Headed out to where the pavement turns to sand With a one-way ticket to the land of truth And my suitcase in my hand