Out On the Road

There is no need to say another word

It will be golden and eternal just like that

Something good will come of all things yet

Simple golden eternity blessing all



These roads don't move;

You're the one that moves.

These roads don't move;

You're the one that moves.



Now get my ticket and say goodbye

And leave San Francisco behind

Go back home across Autumn America

And it'll all be like it was in the beginning



Cause these roads don't move;

You're the one that moves



These roads don't move;

You're the one that moves



All the dark torturous memories

I do see my star still shining

All those years looking out of jail and ship windows

The irrational mortal loneliness is always crowned



These roads don't move;

You're the one that moves

These roads don't move;

You're the one that moves

These roads don't move;

You're the one that moves.