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 levend 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 trade
Nearly empty, but it might provide some shade
And the neon light flicks on, flicks of Utopia
There's grease stains on the plastic chairs
But no one knows 'cause no one's there
There never was
There never will be
And the neon light flicks on, flicks of Utopia
There's grease stains on the plastic chairs
But no one knows 'cause 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 of Utopia
There's grease stains on the plastic chairs
But no one knows 'cause no one's there
There never was
There never will be
And the neon light flicks on, flicks of Utopia
There's grease stains on the plastic chairs
But no one knows 'cause no one's there
There never was
There never will be