From the recording Black Gold EP
Written by T. Moberly, P. Pecoraro
Copyright 1995
Lyrics
Bedecked and bedazzled out on the road
Eighteen hours away from my home
The drone of the tires the only song i own
The smell of the tarmac fuels up these bones
Show me the way to black gold
We're headed for higher ground
Show me where the faith goes
That's where i'll be found
Red dirt burns my eyes, and a thousand lakes unfold
An endless ribbon of wires carry twisted tales i'm told
Lightning strikes reveal the road ahead
A message from the heavens that beckons to be read
Show me the way to black gold
We're headed for higher ground
Show me where the faith goes
That's where i'll be found
This is the way to black gold
We're headed for higher ground
This is where the faith goes
It's where i'll be found