Another aging sun gone down
A soul lost to a dream
I saw the man who sat beneath a tree
His ancient hair fell down onto the ground beneath his feet
His eyes were gray like everything I'd seen
Then he turned to me and said
Then he turned to me and said
Then he turned to me and said
Then he turned to me and said
On the road where I belong
The city streets are made of gold
On the road where I belong
On the road where I where I belong
The city streets are made of gold
On the road where I belong
He told me stories long ago
Of everything he ruled
Of everything that killed him in my sleep
A lesson learned from past concerns of men inside TVs
Their very life was all they had to pay
Then he turned to me and said
Then he turned to me and said
Then he turned to me and said
Then he turned to me and said
All is well when on the trail
Listen again
Listen again
All is well when on the trail
Listen again
Listen again
On the road where I belong
The city streets are made of gold
On the road where I belong
On the road where I where I belong
The city streets are made of gold
On the road where I belong
On the road where I belong
On the road where I belong