Miracle Of Living He left Boston in December for New Mexico Determined to forget all of the faces he'd known A little lonesome and a world of troubled mind With a bed roll on his shoulder and a banjo on his knee He would hitch a ride with truckers He believed them to be free Eighteen-wheelers roll a little further down the line He did not meet a girl in Richmond nor in old San Antone His vision of the Southwest would be realized alone Alone to wonder How his life had gone thus far As he walked along the highway He felt a power from inside He found a miracle of living In having nothing left to hide He walked Carlsbad to White Sands For forty days and nights But it only took ten minutes for that man to realize: Lord, it's lonesome everywhere Now he's living back in Boston teaching English in high school Lyrics Glad to have bi-weekly wages Glad the kids all think he's cool He's a man who has learned from where he's been He keeps a bottle full of white sand on his table down the hall And a worn map of New Mexico thumb-tacked on the wall Oh, you never know He may need to go again As he walks along the hallway He feels that power swell up from inside And finds a miracle of living In having nothing left to hide Oh, it's a miracle