Avenue Of The Dead

AVENUE OF THE DEAD - Written by Carroll Bryant

For many days I have walked beneath the sun

In many ways I have talked to everyone

It took a history of time to build this pyramid that is my life

Down the Avenue of the Dead I go tonight

As ancient as the art of love has become

The heart grows fonder to the touch of anyone

It took a many a toll on me and years to find the light

Down the Avenue of the Dead I go tonight

Egyptian dreams and Peruvian queens and hearts a made of stone

Victorious kings of lesser things and slaves that sleep alone

Have become the road we travel and all the wars we fight

Down the Avenue of the Dead I go tonight

Egyptian queens and Arabian dreams and hearts a made of stone

Mid-evil kings of lesser things and slaves that sleep alone

Have become the soul we borrowed and all the wars we fight

Down the Avenue of the Dead I go tonight

For many days I have gave unto the sun

In many ways I have sacrificed to none

It took a history of time to blind me from the parasites 

Down the Avenue of the Dead I go tonight

Egyptian dreams and Peruvian queens and hearts a made of stone

Victorious kings of finer things and slaves that sleep alone

Have become the road we travel and all the wars we fight

Down the Avenue of the Dead I go tonight

As ancient as the art of love has become

I realize

I'm walking down the Avenue of the Dead again tonight