Sanoja: Motel Motel. New Denver. Harlem.

Somewhere there?s a town
Where the roads are covered in red and violet roses
And the people sleep through a thousand years of sadness
Lord you couldn?t wake them if you wanted to

An Indian told me
I am older then the road I am on
I asked him a question
He said ?no you tell me where you come from?
Then I turned to Julie
In a casino built in restaurant
She says I?m lucky because I?ve always had a home
A woman to hold me
When I get stoned
I may feel lonely
But I don?t know what its like to be alone
Until I see the bottom

Somewhere there?s a town
Where the roads are covered in red and violet roses
And the people sleep through a thousand years of sadness
Lord you couldn?t wake them if you wanted to

I hope I?m not there when you do
I hope I?m in some other life
Because I don?t want to see their faces
Looking so displaced
So close your eyes and say goodnight

An Indian told me
I am older then the road I am on
So I went back to New York
The city where I come from
Where the people look at me
Like I?m somebody else?s problem
Moving back to Harlem

(Thanks to Frank for these lyrics)