Utopia

In a far-off land there's an empty plain
Where there’s no rest and there's no rain
A dusty limbo land
An eternity of sand
And we all end up in that desert some day

But there's a dirt track in the distance
If you walk along it long enough you’ll find a place to rest
A place perhaps of comfort, a place to rest your weary head
Of milk and honey and leavened bread

You crawl along, your mouth so dry
You lift your weary head to see the sight
An ancient roadside diner, once long ago in tradе
Nearly empty, but it might provide somе shade

And the neon light flicks on, flicks off, Utopia
There's grease stains on the plastic chairs
But no one knows cos no one's there
There never was
There never will be

And the neon light flicks on, flicks off, Utopia
There's grease stains on the plastic chairs
But no one knows cos no one's there
There never was
There never will be

And behind the counter a woman stands
And the food she serves it all tastes bland
But no one can complain
Why would they, they feel no pain
And it's better than the desert and the sand

And she always asks, the same old questions
Where are you from, where are you going to?
She'll offer you a drink, some food, she won't ask to be paid
And if you take it, forever you’ll be forced to stay

And the neon light flicks on, flicks off, Utopia
There’s grease stains on the plastic chairs
But no one knows cos no one's there
There never was
There never will be

And the neon light flicks on, flicks off, Utopia
There’s grease stains on the plastic chairs
But no one knows cos no one's there
There never was
There never will be