on an American trail

into the shadows on an American trail
under blue skies where the Holy Grail
was said to be found
but it wasn't around
so i'm not sure what's left to say
it wasn't on the mean streets of south LA
under the tracks exhaling smoke
ducking the punch or writing the joke
delivering one liners on a Caribbean cruise
the women said they had nothing to lose
no, it wasn't rape if a baby was born
in a prison yard with a promise torn
circling the castle each rich man's moat
holding the poor man tight by his throat
little brown children a Christmas tree
waiting for an missed opportunity
remembering dreamland walking the plank
sucking sounds as the mighty ship sank
into the shadows on an American trail
escaping boredom like escaping jail
ignoring the warden leaving the cell
exiting Homeland running from Hell
into the shadows on an American trail
under blue skies where the Holy Grail
was said to be found
but it wasn't around