Journey To The End Of The East Bay

Reconcile to the belief
Consumed in sacred ground for me
There wasn't always a place to go
But there was always an urgent need to belong

All these bands and
All these people
All these friends and
We were equals but
What you gonna do
When everybody goes on without you?

To the end, to the end, I'll journey to the end

Started in 87 ended in 89
Got a garage or an amp we'll play anytime
It was just the 4 of us, yeah man the core of us
Too much attention unavoidably destroyed us
4 kids on tour
3000 miles
In a 4-door car
Not know what was goin' on
We got a million years
Tourin' out like this hell
No, no premonition could've seen this

Matty came from far away
From New Orleans into the east bay
He said, "Tim, this is a Mecca"
I said, "This ain't no mecca man, this place's fucked"
3 months go by
He had no home
He had no food
He's all alone
Matty said, "Fool me once shame on you, didn't fool me twice"
He went back to New Orleans