The road was the color of the road, the sky was the color of the sky, and the heat was the breath of your kiss, when you waited far too long to sigh, your stories were just stories, your love not even that, though you knew of my past glories,where I could win a heart when I tipped my hat, your beauty was just beauty, though many men were spared, like the others you saw through me, but I always came prepared.There were drops of white on a southern dawn, made the cotton look so real, but there was nothing upon nothing on that long road to Moby, you held me close on your back porch, but I've been held before, where rich girls knew what silence was, and what a kiss was for,you promised me undying love as the sun broke through the trees, you promised me the stars above as you fell to your knees, well a promise is a promise when you cannot fake the lie, when you give your heart in the morning light, there's no Sunday goodbye.But the world always begins anew when the summer church bells peal, there was nothing upon nothing on that long road to Moby, Jesus lived and Jesus died and it was just to make you sweet, and they nailed him down and Mary cried, our love is incomplete,still I believe the soldier who gambled big that day, who traded clothes for a crown of thorns to guide him on his way, a crown of thorns, his wife's scarf, that's all you brought today, you just return with a crown of thorns and you call it a day's play.Well a crown is just a crown and a deal is just a deal, and there was nothing upon nothing on that long road to Moby, Alabama turns it back when the air's too thick to breathe, and there was no air in that shotgun shark when I knew I should leave,I'll leave alone the way I came as the maiden does your stays, I had a race I thought was rubber, now I see it goes two ways, a destination holds no gold, it's all in the journey, so leaving and returning now is all the same to me.When a sun burns every seed you plant it cannot sell the yield, and there was nothing upon nothing on that long road to Moby..