Lyrics

Everyone is just a temporary guest living on the edge where east runs out of west, out of riches to sacrifice, and some fool's talking about Mars. Here, they say, the destiny was manifest. Take a look around where east runs out of west: driving in, driving through, driving by, lovin' life, living in these cars. You don't chase the sunrise; the sunrise chases you way out to the water's edge, where the sky is always blue. There the golden sun sinks beneath the waves; meanwhile, the green flash fades. Think the past is dead? Hell, it's not even past. Still the rush is on where east runs out of west, same guys chasing the do-re-mi, same guys chasing the stars. You don't chase the sunrise; the sunrise chases you way out to the water's edge, where the sky is always blue. There the golden sun sinks beneath the waves; meanwhile, the green flash fades. How're you s'posed to trust a man with no regrets, come to strike it rich where east runs out of west?