My days they are the highway kind. They only come to leave. But the leaving I don't mind. It's the coming that I crave. Pour the sun upon the ground. Stand to throw a shadow.
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.
Come from a long line. High, 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.
Hey Willie boy, what you gonna do?. When the wind blows cold the moon turns blue. Build me a fire gonna dance and sing. A little bit of winter don't mean a thing.
Well, I'm building a houseboat in heaven. To sail them, deep and holy seas. Well, I'm building a houseboat in heaven. And it's welcome aboard you sweet, sweet peace.