Lately it's the mornings when I miss her most of all

I miss her laughter, so long after that laughter's gone

There's no comfort in these tears that I cry

Wish I could find just one person to tell me why.

I just want to wake up underneath that open sky

Just want to feel something real before I die.

Lately it's the evenings when I really feel the years

All my sorrows, all my joys, all my fears

I hear children singing songs, playing games

They don't know that growing up is learning pain.

I just want to wake up underneath that open sky

Just want to feel something real before I die.

I don't know where I'm going

I've got miles and miles yet to run

Won't you follow me on the highway to the sun?

Won't you follow me on the highway to the sun?