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