You can walk a hundred thousand miles
to see where you belong
but all you feel around tonight
is nothing but the road
you can see one hundred thousand suns creeping from below
but somehow thereâs got to be one way out
talking âbout your home
And when youâre tired, wake your guitar, put fire on
I donât know how Iâll feel you play, Iâll find the road
I can sink down in the quicksands
Selling breathings to this world
But all I feel around tonightâs the wind that steals âem all
I can stand still in the desert buyinâ illusions in the shade
Of an oasis full of âI wantâsâ
But so lack of yesterdays
And when Iâm tired I pick my harmonica to show you
Donât need sign to close your eyes and find the road
Just two lonely pilgrims searching for the final proof
Hanginâ in the night somebody calls
Wasted in a landscape where the gloom climbs to the throne
I can tell them colors from this dark around
I need a home
Weâve to walk two separate ways at this crossroad of our lives
Sure itâs been a magic ride it hurts so sad to say goodbye
We have lived what our eyes know
that any word could never tell
so this songâs the only way out
to be home once more my friend
And when weâre tired
Weâll always have something that no oneâs
I donât know how Iâll feel you play, Iâll find the road
âCause when weâre tired
weâll always have something that no oneâs
I donât know how youâll feel me play, youâll find the road
I donât know how Iâll feel you play, Iâll find the road, boy
I donât know how youâll feel me play, youâll find the road
I donât know how Iâll feel you play, Iâll find the road, boy
I donât know how Iâll feel you play, Iâll find the road
Find the road
Find the road
Find the road