One day of grey-slate-bluish dreams, not so long ago
A fellow asked me to point to him where he longed to go
He said he wanted nothing more than to see the skies of paradise
And I stopped on a dime right on that word, and looked him in the eyes

He hovered there for a moment more, or perhaps it was three
Then turned and started down the path into the aging greens
I never would see him again, but I know he found his way
And I'll give you the directions, too, if you'll hang on just one more day

See that sign? Follow the road 'til you get to Strawberry Fields
Use the sidewalk but beware, the cars don't ever yield
Cross over there and take a right on Sunset Boulevard
And if you get road rash then remember, I told you it was hard

If you survive the rigors of the transition back in time
Into the era of drive-ins, rock and roll, and alcoholic rhyme
Then hitchhike your way up onto Route 66
And signal your progress to me - splash yourself with Styx

You keep up this road of both land-marks and sea-
Eventually you'll find paradise, and fill yourself with glee
Then you'll trip on a rock and slide down into the mud
When you get up again your face will be hardly visible for the blood

When you awaken, I'll be waiting there
Me, myself, and I alone, without my feeble airs
The city of gold will lay itself out before us
But for our sins, at the first step, we'll get run over by a bus

Then the world will dissolve and you'll see your worst fear
Telling you to turn around, loose yourself from all this cheer
And your brains will be blasted by a fast-ball of pitch
While I lie dead beside you, incarcerated in a ditch