Strolling down the highway. I'm gonna get there my way. Just keep on down-a-walking. You hear my guitar, rocking. Well I stroll on down. On down the highway.
Deep down in the depths of forgotten dreams. So far away, so long ago it seems. The memory comes of a distant beach. Pale sand stretching far from reach.
Saturday sun came early one morning. In a sky so clear and blue. Saturday sun came without warning. So no-one knew what to do. . Saturday sun brought people and faces.