ROAD TO SANTIAGO, THE

    
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 and 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 and broken spells 
voices out of empty wells 
fire in December
burning horses burning trees 
steps to climb up on your knees 
missing days and 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
wel, you don't need to remind us 
you don't need to remind us

on the road
on the road
on the road to Santiago
the wind can howl, waters roar
night come down and 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