Bleeding Powers

All the time you were keeping me straight I was bleeding powers In my mind it was never too late, and the days were hours And sure the waves still make spray at the old sea wall... And the road leads somewhere, but it's not yet to your door And the road leads somewhere, but it's not yet to your door Let's go down to the old South End, where we used to meet Take me back to the basements and alleys on Walbridge Street Ah, but it'll only make me sadder when I can't conjure ghosts no more And the road leads somewhere, but it's not yet to your door And the road leads somewhere, but it's not yet to your door All the time you've spent working away, well you've done more than your part All the times you only wanted your say, not their slings and darts And still you couldn't let them drown in their own hate no more And the road leads somewhere, but it's not yet to your door And the road leads somewhere, but it's not yet to your door And you still see people waiting for the next excuse for war And the road leads somewhere, but it's not yet to your door And the road leads somewhere, but it's not yet to your door And the road leads somewhere, but it's not yet to your door --- Bleeding Powers - Ted Leo & the Pharmacists