Finally found some open road outside of Allentown
And I finally understood Nebraska
Seems like them four tracks sound best
Against highway fields come tumbling down
And that's exactly what I'm after
I long to be a writer
I long to wear that crown
But most days I just pretend
When the words do come it's more
An Irish rage come tumbling down
Not something that I yet command
But I'm calling
Just got off the phone with Rolling Stone
Pushing 80 on the Pike outside of Charleston
And our song is
Playing on the radio
And I'm finally seeing highway signs from Boston
I'll see you soon in Boston
Tonight they put 14,000 watts behind
That song we wrote on the road to Lac-des-Loups
So let them judge if it's fate
Or imprudence that led us here
I'll just keep my eyes on you
Just like I always do
But I'm calling
Just got off the phone with Rolling Stone
Pushing 80 on the Pike outside of Charleston
And our song is
Playing on the radio
And I'm finally seeing highway signs from Boston
I'll see you soon in Boston
Sometimes fortune smiles briefly
On what you dreamt of
Before taking it all away
But put down enough highway miles
And sit around enough campfires
It'll find a way to give it back again
And even if this ain't
Our ship that's coming in
Know that every song I ever wrote was true
And as I'm counting down the miles back to
The ones who sing along
Know that all I ever needed was you
And I'll be seeing you soon in Boston
And I'm coming home to Boston
I'll see you soon in Boston
And I'm coming home to Boston
I'll see you soon in Boston
And I'm coming home to Boston
I'll see you soon in Boston
And I'm coming home to Boston