I went down where the road meets the sea and I took everything that I owned,
I was sitting on catastrophe’s knee,
I was expecting Armageddon to come,
Oh, the highway was choked with its usual clots of pickups and loud radios,
The airwaves were full of the obvious, and I was muttering, “What have we done?”
You cried out to stop me, you cried out to stop me,
I said, “It’s too late – you and me, we know too much,” – hey,
You and me, we know too much, hey.
Hey, well, I dreamed that we found bloody guns as we’re looking for holes in the air,
Someone shouted that we were the ones so I stepped on the gas in despair,
I woke up from the dream in a sweat, with the knowledge of evil and good,
Oh, I looked at my own silhouette; it looked back with a bad attitude,
You reached out to touch me, you reached out to touch me,
I said, “It’s too true: you and me, we know too much,” – hey,
You and me, we know too much, hey.
Oh, in our hearts we are wandering gypsies,
In our minds we are heirs to the jewel,
To the poor we are swaddled in riches,
To the rich we ain’t nothing but poor,
We don’t know what became of our fortune; it could rescue or end other lives,
We are gathering speed through this tunnel, to go down to where the truth meets the lie,
You reached out to soothe me, you reached out to soothe me,
I said, “It’s too cruel – you and me, we know too much,”
Hey, we know too much,
You and me, we know too much,
Hey, we know too much,
You and me, we know too much,
We know too much,
We know too much,
You and me, we know too much.
We know too much,
Hey,
Oh, we know too much,
Hey, hey, hey,
We know too much.
