All The Way Songtext
von Max Stalling

All the way from Baltimore to Boston
There were buildings at attention by roads and alleyways
All that day the clouds hung like crepe paper
Strewn across the sky for soldiers who′d been far away
But we were not soldiers and we had not been so far
To justify parades or cheering crowds, none of those things


On the wall there hung a piece of paper
In a frame with a name in gold leaf display
On the way to work each day the name got filled
With questions that simply would not go away
Work and back to home again
Work and back to home again
Is this all there is?
Is there something else?
Just anything

Out along the side of some lost highway
You might find you pass yourself
Would you think you're worth the effort?
Would you stop and help yourself?
Would you stop and help yourself?

All the way from Baltimore to Boston
There were buildings at attention by roads and alleyways
All that day the clouds hung like crepe paper
Strewn across the sky for soldiers who′d been far away