It may seem funny, but I always thought
That the good got better, and the bad got caught
But the way that I'm feeling, I could almost drink the wine
For the drinks are on Barabbas, and a weight is on my mind
And it may seem funny, but I once believed
In a king with no country and His kingly dream
But the way that I'm feeling, I have had my fill of dreams
And working-class messiahs and Nazarenes
But can you change direction, so far on?
When all roads lead on back to where I've started from?
My feet they keep on walking, though my mind says it's all over
For all roads lead on back to you
It may seem funny, but in the light of day
His words turn strangely, round some other way
And I can't stop staring, as the waiter brings the tray
An' I leave it on the table, and turn away
But can you change direction, so far on?
When all roads lead on back to where I've started from?
My feet they keep on walking, though my mind says it's all over
For all roads lead on back to you
An' I can't stop staring, as the waiter brings the tray
An' I leave it on the table, and turn away
For as I reach my hand out, something happens to the wine
For the panic grips me tight, as I step into the night
For all roads lead on back to you