I come from a long line
High and low and in between
Same as you
Hills of golden
Hails of poison
Times thrown me through
And I believe Ive come to learn
That turnin round
Is to become confusion
And the golds no good for spending
And the poisons hungry waiting
What can you leave behind
When youre flyin 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
And if her shadow doesnt seem much company
Who said it would be?
There is the highway
And the homemade lovin kind
The highways mine
And us ramblers are getting the travelling down
You fathers build with stones
That stand and shine
Heavens where you find it
And you cant
Take too much with you
But daddy, dont you listen
Its just this highway talkin
All things at our life
Are brothers in the soil
And in the sky
And I believe it
With my blood
If not my eyes
I dont know why we cant
Be brothers here
I know we should be
Answers dont seem easy
And Im wonderin
If they could be