Goin' Home - Eric Andersen

She made for the highway

He made for the gate

He could’ve caught the rhythm

Something made him hesitate

He watched her flag a truck down

To the county line

The border she was crossin'

Was only in her mind

But there was something bitter in

The flavor of the chase

When you’ve been down and low before

That darkened interstate

When it’s going, going, gone

Where love is muddy water

And love is broken sails

When love is double crossing

Kisses and betrayals

Baby, what is happening?

Will you pass the glass?

Pour me something special

Something that will last

My eyes are going under

And my voice is growing thin

It all seems too familiar

Is it somewhere where I’ve been

When it’s going, going, gone

I’ve been living here too long

Trying to find out why

Too many unanswered questions

And the truth just vaporized

Shirley Temple was a puppet

Will Rogers was a clown

And now nobody cares to say

What is going on

Take all your ideals

And throw them in the flood

All your knives and needles

Are on

When it’s going, going, gone

Paint on the cathedrals

Is chipping and it’s cracked

Where they once had kneeled

They no longer look back

The footprints in San Marco’s

Like some broken-down corral

Our prayers were like a rosary

Into the Grand Canal

I wonder how she wakes up

And the light inside her room

I wonder how she holds herself

While staring at the moon

When it’s going, going, gone