I come from a long line
High and low and in between
Same as you

Hills of Golden
Phials of Poison
Time's thrown me through

& I believe I've come to learn
that turning 'round
is to become Confusion
& the Gold's no good for spending
& the Poison's hungry waiting

What can you leave behind
when you're flying lightning fast
and all alone?

Only a trace, my friend,
spirit of motion born
and direction grown

A trace that will not fade
in frozen skies
your journey will be

& if a shadow don't seem much company
well, who said it would be?


There is the Highway
& the homemade lovin' kind
the Highway's mine

& us ramblers 'll get the travelling done
& you fathers 'll build with stones
that stand and shine

Heaven's where you find it
and you can't
take too much with you
But Daddy, don't you listen
it's just this Highway talkin'

All things in our life
are brothers in the soil
and in the sky

and I believe it with my blood
if not my eyes

I don't know why we can't
be brothers here
I know we should be

Answers don't seem easy
& I'm wondering if they could be