St. Anthony from Township by The Family Township

It was a long, long road on which I died
And I leaned so much in those days I woke up on my side
I said “Driver, Alive, if you can hear, then let me off here”
And when he did my face, my friend, was a picture of fear

When the road moves on, let it push you along
When the road moves on, let it push you along

At first light of the night we cut lines cursed to be crossed
And I burned St. Anthony’s name until I forgot what I’d lost
Through the cracks in my hands I peered down to a mirror of blood
And I cried to the sink, “My lord, what have I done?”

When the road moves on, let it push you along
When the road moves on, let it push you along

Hear these shouts from the mouths in cold from the side of the road
And they scream to the captain, “Dear Sir, is there room for one more?”
Held a life like a knife, so keen and destined for great
But from a dream you will always awake to be crushed by its weight

When the road moves on, let it push you along
When the road moves on, let it push you along

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