Telegraph Road (Live At Hammersmith Odeon, London/1983)

Telegraph Road (Live At Hammersmith Odeon, London/1983) - Dire Straits

Lyrics by：Mark Knopfler

Composed by：Mark Knopfler

Produced by：Mark Knopfler

A long time ago came a man on a track

Walking thirty miles with a sack on his back

And he put down his load

Where he thought it was the best

He made a home in the wilderness

He built a cabin and a winter store

And he plowed up the ground

By the cold lake shore

Your the other travelers

Came walking down the track

They never went further no

They never went back

Then came the churches

Then came the schools

Then came the lawyers

And then came the rules

Then came the trains

And the trucks with their loads

And the dirty old track was the telegraph road

Then came the mines

Then came the ore

Then there was the hard times

Then there was a war

Telegraph sang a song about the world outside

Telegraph road got so deep and so wide

Like a rolling river

My radio says tonight it's gonna freeze

People driving home from the factories

There's here come six lanes of traffic

Three lanes moving slow

I used to like to go to work

But they shut it down

I've got a right to go to work

No work here to be found

Yes and they say we're gonna have to

Pay what's owed

We're gonna have to reap

From some seed that's been sowed

When are the birds up on the wires

And the telegraph poles

They can always fly away

From this rain and this cold

And you can hear them

Singing out their telegraph code

All the way down the telegraph road

You know I'd sooner forget

But I remember those nights

Yeah life was just a bet on a race

Between the lights

You had your head on my shoulder

Had your hand in my hair

Now you act a little colder

Like you don't seem to care

But it just believe in me baby

And I'll take you away

From the get you out of this darkness

And into the day

From these rivers of headlights

From these rivers of rain

From the anger that lives

On the streets with these names

'Cause I've run every red light on memory lane

I've seen desperation explode into flames

And I don't want to see it again

From all of these signs saying

Sorry but we're closed

All the way

Down the telegraph road