Road To Glory

We were born in the country where life's never tiring

Where people from cities, they drove down admiring

The mountains and rivers they always imagined

To never have substance at all

I once met an old man who told me a story

Of a great British empire living in glory

I sat down beside him and listened intently

But couldn't find meaning at all

On the road to glory

On the road, always without a prayer

On the road, the road to nowhere

God, I pray that there's somebody there

I pick up the papers and read the opinions

Of high-flying critics who scorn at the millions

Of ordinary people who live in the shadows

And search for a light in the dark

I'm traveling this road and I'm playing in places

To handfuls of people with hope in their faces

They're asking me questions and searching for meanings

In songs I can't give them at all

On the road, the road to glory

On the road, always without a prayer

On the road to nowhere

God, I pray that there's somebody there

Living in the city you know it ain't easy

The cars and the taxis are passing so quickly

I sometimes imagine there's nobody listening

To the songs that I'm singing at all

I'm sitting here singing this song by the river

Looking at towers and grey concrete buildings

I'm dreaming of Ireland and wet summer evenings

And wishing I was back home again

On the road, the road to glory

On the road, always without a prayer

On the road to nowhere

God, I pray that there's somebody there

On the road to glory

On the road, always without a prayer

On the road to nowhere

God, I pray that there's somebody there