The Road To Santiago

Carnival is what you dare
Flesh farewell, the soul goes bare
Your face is just a mask you wear, but
Masks are hidden faces;
All night long from bar to bar
The devil is a falling star
He knows who you really are
And he walks in hidden places

On the road, on the road, on the road to Santiago
The wind can howl, the waters roar
Night comes down and feet get sore
We'll walk that wild Atlantic shore
The devil walks behind us
On the road to Santiago

This is what the devil sells
Broken vows and broken spells
Voices out of empty wells
Fire in December
Burning horses, burning trees
Steps to climb up on your knees
Missing days and missing keys
And dreams you can't remember

On the road, on the road, on the road to Santiago
The wind can howl, the waters roar
A priest goes dancing with a whore
We'll walk that wild Atlantic shore
And the devil walks behind us
On the road to Santiago

Holy bandits, band of hope
Hauling an unholy rope
Halfway up the slippery slope
That's where you'll find us;
We met the devil strolling round
On the midnight side of town, he said:
Halfway up? That's halfway down
There's no need to remind us
You don't need to remind us

On the road, on the road, on the road to Santiago
The wind can howl, the waters roar
A priest goes dancing with a whore
We'll walk that wild Atlantic shore
And the devil walks behind us
On the road, on the road, on the road to Santiago
The wind can howl, the waters roar
You won't be who you were before
We'll walk that wild Atlantic shore
And the devil walks behind us
On the road to Santiago