Dire Straits Telegraph Road Lyrics

Love Over Gold Track Listing
12" Vinyl 1
  • 1 Telegraph Road
  • 2 Private Investigations
  • 3 Industrial Disease
  • 4 Love Over Gold
  • 5 It Never Rains
  • A long time ago came a man on a track
    Walking thirty miles with a sack on his back
    And he put down his load where he thought it was the best
    He made a home in the wilderness
    He built a cabin and a winter store
    And he plowed up the ground by the cold lake shore
    And the other travelers came walking down the track
    And they never went further, and they never went back
    Then came the churches, then came the schools
    Then came the lawyers, and then came the rules
    Then came the trains and the trucks with their loads
    And the dirty old track was the telegraph road

    Then came the mines, then came the ore
    Then there was the hard times, then there was a war
    Telegraph sang a song about the world outside
    Telegraph road got so deep and so wide
    Like a rolling river

    And my radio says tonight it's gonna freeze
    People driving home from the factories
    There's six lanes of traffic
    Three lanes moving slow

    I used to like to go to work, but they shut it down
    I've got a right to go to work, but there's no work here to be found
    Yes, and they say we're gonna have to pay what's owed
    We're gonna have to reap from some seed that's been sowed
    And the birds up on the wires and the telegraph poles
    They can always fly away from this rain and this cold
    You can hear them singing out their telegraph code
    All the way down the telegraph road

    You know, I'd sooner forget, but I remember those nights
    When life was just a bet on a race between the lights
    You had your head on my shoulder, you had your hand in my hair
    Now you act a little colder, like you don't seem to care
    But believe in me, baby, and I'll take you away
    From out of this darkness and into the day
    From these rivers of headlights, these rivers of rain
    From the anger that lives on the streets with these names
    'Cause I've run every red light on memory lane
    I've seen desperation explode into flames
    And I don't want to see it again

    From all of these signs saying, "sorry, but we're closed"
    All the way
    Down the telegraph road

    Written by: Mark Knopfler
    Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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