This way leads to another mile Another mile to where I'm bound Riding high laying low Taking in just what I found Try to sway to make it real And once it's real turn it lose Present times long ago Chewing on what I choose I'll be whistling in the dark Until I hear the meadowlark Then find a place to park this old van Whistling just as long as I can Say goodbye wear a cloak Colours fade seasons blur Anything could raise a brow Ambiguous never sure I'll be whistling in the dark Until I hear the meadowlark Then find a place to park this old van Whistling just as long as I can Whistling just as long as I can