a very thin thread

Nah, nah, nah
Bad, bad halos climbed the mountains up ahead
And they cloaked their crowns in January white
Some will say it's magic, I say that's just a guess
Conjured up to calm you while you hike

A hundred miles, a hundred miles
Lay like bricks in dusty piles
We go up and down the aisles
A hundred miles

Now fourteen pharaohs load the lamb into the cage
Turn deaf and dumb to questions as to why
Saying "lions, lions, lions, if they do not misbehave
Will walk the greenest pastures when they die."

A hundred miles, a hundred miles
Lay like bricks in dusty piles
We go up and down the aisles
A hundred miles

Someone smiles when they call your name
And they convince you for a second you were not to blame
You feel all shiny in your rusted frame
One hundred miles

(Oh, oh, oh)
(Pap-pap-pap ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-bum, ba-ba-ba-ba-baaa)
(Da-da-da-daaa, la-da-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na)
(La-da-da-dum)

Now poor old Gary, wore his share of fiery moves
And he kissed that serpent one too many times (too many times)
Now he don't know reason, he don't care for what is proved
Darkness is much easier on the eyes

A hundred miles, a hundred miles
Lay like bricks in dusty piles
We go up and down the aisles
A hundred miles

Someone smiles when they call your name
And they convince you for a second you were not to blame
You feel all shiny in your rusted frame
One hundred miles