Tekstovi: Townes Van Zandt. Highway Kind.

My days, they are the highway kind
They only come to leave
But the leavin' I don't mind
It's the comin' that I crave

Pour the sun upon the ground
Stand to throw a shadow
Watch it grow into a night
And fill the spinnin' sky

Time among the pine trees
It felt like breath of air
Usually I just walk these streets
And tell myself to care

Sometimes I believe me
And sometimes I don't hear
Sometimes the shape I'm in
Won't let me go

Well, I don't know too much for true
But my heart knows how to pound
My legs know how to love someone
My voice knows how to sound

Shame that it's not enough
Shame that it is a shame
Follow the circle down
Where would you be?

You're the only one I want now
I never heard your name
Let's hope we meet some day
If we don't it's all the same

I'll meet the ones between us
And be thinkin' 'bout you
And all the places I have seen
And why you where not there