There's a home, up in the sky I'm a-climb to it, by and by I'm a-follow these yellow lines 'Til they turn to golden vines I'm going, going, gone Going, going, gone I remember your eyes were soft In the doorway, as you saw me off You say, "We're young" and I'll admit But we ain't that innocent We're going, going, gone We're going, going, gone Black cloud falling on a field Throwing rain on my windshield But it don't matter 'cause I left behind The type of vision that rain can blind I'm going, going, gone Going, going, gone I'm going, going, gone I'm going, going, gone Can't keep no steady job With an unsteady mind, my God So I'm a-walk these yellow lines 'Til they turn to golden vines