I come from a long line High and low and in between Same as you Hills of golden Hails of poison Time's thrown me through And I believe I've come to learn That turnin' round Is to become confusion And the gold's no good for spending And the poison's hungry waiting
What can you leave behind When you're 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 doesn't seem much company Who said it would be?
There is the highway And the homemade lovin' kind The highway's mine And us ramblers are getting the travelling down You fathers 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 at 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 And I'm wonderin' If they could be