What can you leave behind
Hills of golden, hails of poison
And us ramblers are getting the traveling down
There is the highway
All things at our life
But daddy, don’t you listen?
I don’t know why we can’t be brothers here, I know we should be
Heaven’s where you find it
When you’re flyin’ lightning fast and all alone?
That turnin’ 'round is to become confusion
But who said it would be?
And your journey will be
Spirit of motion born and direction grown
Are brothers in the soil and in the sky
And I believe I’ve come to learn
A trace that will not fade in frozen skies
Only a trace, my friend
It’s just this highway talkin’
And the gold’s no good for spending
And if her shadow don’t seem much company
And the homemade lovin’ kind, the highway’s mine
You fathers build with stones that stand and shine
And the poison’s hungry waiting
And I believe it with my blood, if not my eyes
Time’s thrown me through
And you can’t take too much with you
