The Highway

It takes a wind blow into your conscience
It takes a hard look into your soul
It takes a a ton of weight to push the dollar away
And reestablish full control
In a world of phony prophets
In a sea of plain conceit
Fight the wind and waves through the foggy haze
Until the good old stand at your feet

You never know until you try
If you can reach beyond the sky

I'm hanging up my gear
I'm getting outta here
I'll pray the hour is clear
Heading for the highway, heading for the highway
I need to turn the wheel
Away from every deal
Until I find what's real
Heading for the highway, heading for the highway

I have lived among the missing
I have walked around asleep
I've been ripping off, I've been sowing the mark
I have stayed into the deep
There's a price for every promise
Every truth you victimize
I create a play that you can't escape
Is the credit compromise

So much depends on what we say
When everyone gets in our way

I need to take the chains
I need to take the wings
And make a major change
Heading for the highway, heading for the highway
I need to find the line
And choose who's left behind
And it takes too much time
Heading for the highway, heading for the highway
I'm hanging up my gear
I'm getting out of here
I'll pray the hour is clear
Heading for the highway, heading for the highway
I need to turn the wheel
Away from every deal
Till I can find what's real
Heading for the highway, heading for the highway

Heading for the highway
Heading for the highway
Heading for the highway