You can keep your highways
Move along move along move along now
You'll find me in the byways
Gonna make it to the sunrise somehow
And I know that the journey is narrow
Whatever those tickling tongues said
I feel freedom down to the marrow
As the rising sun burns me blood red
Oh...
So have-a your conversations
Carry on carry on carry on now
I've found my liberation
Digging deep deep down in the holy ground
And yes I have held broken lovers
I can still feel the warmth in their beds
But in the mountains a voice like the thunder
Is calling me back from the dead
We were made for this
To breathe out and breathe in
With the sun on your skin
And your soul coming home from within
Are we stuck in digital dreams?
Playing out our lives on television screens
When we talk, do we talk in our sleep?
Repeat the same old script without recalling what it means
I think we know that it's a little sycophantic
And a little bit melodramatic
We aren't meant to contain a binary brain
With little bits of code, tin, and plastic
We were made for this
To breathe out and breathe in
With the sun on your skin
And your soul coming home from within
Oh, we were made for this
To breathe out and breathe in
With the sun on your skin
And your soul coming home from within
You can keep your highways
Move along move along move along now
You'll find me in the byways
Gonna make it to the sunrise somehow