There's a highway that runs right through this town.
Just a stream of light when the sun goes down,
As you look out the window to the west.
One day, this note was all she left.
"Right now you don't see,
"But you're just like me."
"A river of stone, wild and lonely.
"Can you show me, what lies beyond?
"Take me where they don't know me?
"By tomorrow morning, I'll be gone."
And this old town is way too small:
When you've see one face, then you seen 'em all.
An' the only way things'll ever change,
Is to set your feet on the outbound lane.
Oh, how did she know,
One day I would follow?
A river of stone, wild and lonely.
Can you show me, what lies beyond?
Take me where they don't know me?
By tomorrow morning, I'll be gone.
Some got to move, some just stand still.
Some take their chances, some never will.
A river of stone, wild and lonely.
Can you show me, what lies beyond?
Take me where they don't know me?
By tomorrow morning, I'll be gone.
By tomorrow morning, I'll be gone.
I'll be gone.
I'll be gone.
I'll be gone.
