Damascus


On the road to Damascus a bright light made me blind
Choirs of angels sang hymns in my mind
But I was surrounded by the sounds of hell
And the moment of salvation was just a mortar shell
I stumble around in the sandstorm with my hand over my eyes
The bodies of the dead feed the bodies of the flies
We throw rocks at you and you throw rocks at us
And nothing ever changes on the road to Damascus.

I lay down in your house for three days and three nights
The scales fell from my eyes and I regained my sight
I changed my name and changed my mind and I went on my way
But the shells still fell and the desert never changed
I stumble around in the sandstorm with my hand over my eyes
The bodies of the dead feed the bodies of the flies
We throw rocks at you and you throw rocks at us
And nothing ever changes on the road to Damascus.

The wind will blow and the sand will shift and cover over the graves
Of kings and belly dancers, of sultans and slaves
On the road to Damascus the blossom grows in spring
But you must hide from the heat that summer will bring
I stumble around in the sandstorm with my hand over my eyes
The bodies of the dead feed the bodies of the flies
We throw rocks at you and you throw rocks at us
And nothing ever changes on the road to Damascus.