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