Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Just West Of Eden, artist - Michael McDermott. Date of issue: 31.12.1992
Song language: English
Just West Of Eden |
| I wasn’t lookin' for somethin' different |
| I was sailing slowly losing all control |
| I was goin' down in the dirty water |
| Deep into the middle of my soul |
| There like a streak of lightning, illuminating everything in sight |
| I surrendered to this senseless fighting |
| I surrendered to this senseless light |
| Over top of yonder mountain, over there where the rainbow ends |
| I took a drink from the holy fountain |
| Down around where the river bends |
| The further I followed this fallen path |
| The more I trusted in this fear |
| Then revealed in the aftermath |
| I didn’t know who I was, what, or where |
| Just west of Eden, from Chicago to Gethsemane |
| Just west of Eden, the flowers smelled like tragedy |
| Just west of Eden |
| Communion came like rollin' water |
| Like a feast to a hungry beast |
| I knelt beside a ploughman’s daughter |
| Whose thirst never seemed to cease |
| The gateway to the wicked led the lost under their wing |
| Silence fell upon this hopeless town and the bells of innocence began to ring |
| Just west of Eden, where Cain paved a pavement of sin |
| Just west of Eden, the trumpet wailed and the walls caved in… |
| Just west of Eden |
| Graced by the hours and the mindless traps |
| In which even the noblest fall |
| Love’s longing flower brought humility unto us all |
| I stood engulfed by temptations smile |
| Searching for the only key |
| Reverent eyes fell upon my brow |
| While she moved in the air like poetry |
| Clutching on to this sword, I hold the names of all the men |
| I rip myself from this chord |
| Falling free to find myself again |
| I seize the darkness with a sharpened tongue |
| Then spit it out at last |
| I watch the lighthouse from the water |
| Beware of the coming of the past |
| Just west of Eden, crucifixions while the cities burn |
| Just west of Eden, the priest wailed and the poet yearned |
| Just west of Eden, insolence, prejudice, and cowardice are learned… |
| Just west of Eden |