I’m going away
I’m going away
I’m going away
I’m going away
The cradle wants a baby
Kitchen wants a pan
The heart wants a certain kind of lover if it can
The ocean wants a sailor
The gun wants a hand
And money wants a spender
And road wants a man
I turn my face to the highway
I turn my face to the highway
I turn my face to the highway
And I turn my back on you
And devil wants a sinner
The sky wants a bird
The table wants a dinner
And the lips want a word
The glass wants the wine
The fist wants to hurt
And the clock wants the time
And the shovel wants to work
I turn my face to the highway
I turn my face to the highway
I turn my face to the highway
And I turn my back on you
I’m going away
I’m going away
I’m going away
I’m going away
I’m going away
I’m going away
I’m going away
The coal wants a miner
The soldier takes a stand
The walls of the prison want a solitary man
The window wants a curtain
The plow wants the land
The diamond ring wants to fit upon the finger of her hand
I turn my face to the highway
I turn my face to the highway
I turn my face to the highway
And I turn my back on you
Going away
I’m going away
I’m going away
I’m going away
I’m going away
I’m going away
I’m going away
I’m going away
I’m going away
I’m going away
I’m going away
I’m going away
I’m going away
I’m going away
I’m going away
