thirty story hotel overlooking the seannfriends on either arm supporting mennit's hard to walk nownnbut i will go down somehownni'm going down the old roadnni'm going down the old roadnnnnchildren kick a soccer ball around in the streetnnkalpadruma trees are melting in the heatnnit's hard to walk herennwhere the waves shine so clearnni'm going down the old roadnni'm going down down the old roadnnnnabove the swollen ocean the burning yellow sunnnhits the hotel's mylar windoows catching every onennit's hard to say whynni should come here to die.nni'm going down the old road.nni'm going down the old road.