On the sun warmed rocks by the river
With the heat of day pounding in my shoes
I laid down on the shore, my heart stricken sore
To shake off these vagabond blues Oh there's gentle, sweet souls in the North lands
And a welcome wherever I've roamed
And I hope they won't mind, or think it unkind
When I break like a shot to the door
'Cause it's still such a long way from home This highway feels like no man's land
When all I can see is the road still ahead
On the crest of a wave it's all well & fine
'Till you're caught in the wake like a ripple in time There's a chill rolling in from the mountains
But there's nothing so blue as the sky
There are rumors of spring in all living things
And there's a handshake with every good-bye This highway feels like no man's land
When all I can see is the road still ahead
On the crest of a wave it's all good & fine
'Till you're trapped in the wake like a ripple in time
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