• East - Prince
• East - Cruxshadows
• East - The Crüxshadows
• East - Marah

[Instrumental]

Go go east
Go go east
Too many the questions
Where answers are few
The path driving tangled
Loves destiny's truth
With hunger unwilling
A passage to choose--
The trees growing ripe
With forbidden fruit
Dance in the garden
Sing with the snakes
Inviting free will,
To repeat his mistakes
With hunger unwilling
What will you do
The trees are ripe
With forbidden fruit
Live, love, be, believe
Go go east
Go go east of Eden
Rising in the eastern sky
The sun god dances light divine
Rising in the eastern sky
The western banks below his eye
Live, love, be, believe
Stop..
Go..
(East of Eden)
With hunger unwilling
A passage to choose
The trees are ripe
With forbidden fruit

Go go east
Go go east
Go
Too many the questions
Where answers are few
The path driving tangled
Loves destiny's truth
With hunger unwilling
A passage to choose--
The trees growing ripe
With forbidden fruit
Dance in the garden
Sing with the snakes
Inviting free will,
To repeat his mistakes
With hunger unwilling
What will you do
The trees are ripe
With forbidden fruit
Live, love, be, believe
Go go east
Go go east of Eden
Rising in the eastern sky
The sun god dances light divine
Rising in the eastern sky
The western banks below his eye
Live, love, be, believe
Stop..
Go..
(East of Eden)
With hunger unwilling
A passage to choose
The trees are ripe
With forbidden fruit
Live, love, be, believe

This evening the pigeons turned to bars of gold
In the sun’s last light
And across the river, Camden is a guilded kingdom
on the verge of night
And so poised here at the edge of the city
I’m getting high on the sound
Of the buzz of 95
And the scent of something going down.
CHORUS:
East, baby, where the South Street floats into the sky.
Tonight east is all I need to finally start to feel defined.
And so a man standin’ out over the highway
As an autumn twilight chills his skin
At last has come to terms that where he’s from
is more then where he’s been
Now the traffic in the flashing shadows of the final glow
Are just a rush of burning chariots driven by the ancient lure of home
And with my hands tucked deep down in my pockets
I see my own breath in the light
Of the east that holds and soothes me
As I spin west into Friday night.