Shades of gray hate influence   A constant truth put into effect   The question on a dead friends face   The tragic stance he used to take   Pissed away by circumstance      A forced exit out of innocence   The right to choose stays in her head   Systematic ignorance   A politicians hand in your pants   Searching for what he don't have, that's right      Creating new obscenities   Harassed and broken down   And in an eye towards eternity   A passing glance and half a chance at sanity   Shows you things, they get away      It's all we can do, all we can do   All we can do to ride   It's all we can do, all we can do   All we can do to ride on through      No one leaves the caravan   No one leaves the caravan   No one leaves the caravan   No one leaves the caravan   No one leaves the caravan   No one leaves the caravan      Feel the signs, the jazz, the bind   Affection for a certain time   A haze of mid-life drunkenness   You're crucified for what your art says   If art is God, true art has left, art has left      No one leaves the caravan   No one leaves the caravan, no, no