Uppers Aren't Necessary

Lead me through these cities of imaginary trends
Something's gonna be changing
Come the morning time my friend
As fickle as these streets are
They might not even wait around till then
I've got a lot to lose so come and take it from me quick
Everything you lose if it makes you stronger
It makes you sick
Take these cities from me I'll build buildings up
With my own bare hands
The uppers aren't necessary the guilt is a coal
That keeps the fire burning to drive out the cold
That creeps in every corner crack
And never leaves you alone
Till the lonely messengers come calling you
Back home
The trees are stacked in rows on the side of the road
Stripped of any dignity a birthing may have had
100 thousand crucified on the Mojave I-5 line
Singers shepherds and salesmen all longing for someone
To kill the joy of wandering and end all their desire
To help them to remember that the road is
Nothing but a liar
The uppers aren't necessary the guilt is a coal
That keeps the fire burning to drive out the cold
That creeps in every corner crack
And never leaves you alone
Till the lonely messengers come calling you back ...
To the red door, cracked and crooked walkway
The fence impaling the stars
Ghostly keepers lead the way
Through railroads of abandoned cars
The tracks and city streets cut through like scars
The uppers aren't necessary the guilt is a coal
That keeps the fire burning to drive out the cold
That creeps in every corner crack
And never leaves you alone
Till the lonely messengers come calling you
Back home, back home