Carnival is what you dare Flesh farewell, the soul goes bare Your face is just a mask you wear, but Masks are hidden faces; All night long from bar to bar The devil is a falling star He knows who you really are He walks in hidden places ON THE ROAD - ON THE ROAD - ON THE ROAD TO SANTIAGO The wind can howl, waters roar Night come down & feet get sore [a priest goes dancing with a whore / you won't be who you were before] We'll walk that wild Atlantic shore The devil walks behind us - ON THE ROAD TO SANTIAGO This is what the devil sells: Broken vows & broken spells Voices out of empty wells Fire in December; Burning horses, burning trees Steps to climb up on your knees Missing days & missing keys And dreams you can't remember Holy bandits, band of hope Hauling an unholy rope Halfway up the slippery slope That's where you'll find us; We met the devil strolling round On the midnight side of town he said: Halfway up? That's halfway down — well, you don't need to remind us you don't need to remind us
