The highway was choked with its usual clots of pickups and loud radios
The airwaves were full of the obvious
I was muttering "what have we done"
And you cried out to stop me
You cried out to stop me -I said it's too late:
You and me we know too much

Well I dreamed that we found bloody guns
As we were looking for holes in the air
Someone shouted that we were the ones
So I stepped on the gas in despair

I woke up from the dream in a sweat,
With the knowledge of evil and good
I looked at my own silhouette - it looked back with a bad attitude
You reached out to touch me
You reached out to touch me - I said it's too true:
You and me we know too much

In our hearts we are wandering gypsies
In our minds we are heirs to the jewels
To the poor we are swaddled in riches
To the rich we ain't nothing but poor

We don't know what became of our fortune
It could rescue or end other lives
We are gathering speed through this tunnel
To go down where the truth meets the lie
You reach out to soothe me
You reach out to soothe me - I say it's too cruel:
You and me we know too much
 

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