We’ve reached the edge of the road, baby, where the pasture begins, where charity is supposed to cover up a multitude of sins. But where do you live, baby, and where is the light? Why are your eyes just staring off in the night? I can feel it in the night when I think of you, I can feel it in the light and it’s got to be true. You can’t live by bread alone, you won’t be satisfied, you can’t roll away the stone if your hands are tied.