The never ending highway

December 1973

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I move along the never ending highway
Sometimes walking, sometimes rushing,
sometimes running from the crowd
For I know the road ends just around the corner
And the mountain top is just above that ridge

Sometimes as sleep comes calling
I go flying in the sky
And I see my body walking
and I see my poor mind hoping
And I see the road that never has an end

Sometimes I waken with the sunrise
when the air is cool at dawning
Sometimes I waken with the sunrise
and the universe is yawning
And I know there is no highway
And there is no flying watcher
But I lace my boots regardless
And I lift my pack with purpose
As I move along the never ending highway

I move along the never ending highway
Sometimes walking, sometimes rushing,
sometimes running from the crowd
And I see my body walking
and I see my poor mind hoping
And I see the road that never has an end