Used to have a town but the factory moved away

Down to Mexico where they work for hardly any pay

Used to have a country but they sold it down the river

Like a repossessed farm auctioned off to the highest bidder



(CHORUS:)

Mighty trucks of midnight

Moving on

Moving on



Wave a flag, wave the bible, wave your sex or your business degree

Whatever you want -- but don't wave that thing at me

The tide of love can leave your prizes scattered

But when you get to the bottom it's the only thing that matters



(Chorus)



I believe it's a sin to try and make things last forever

Everything that exists in time runs out of time some day

Got to let go of the things that keep you tethered

Take your place with grace and then be on your way



(Los Angeles, June, 1991)