Wilkinsons, The

Highway

Wilkinsons, The


Angeline slipped out the door an hour before dawn 
The folks in town would never know what she was running from 
I was waiting for her up at Exit 41 
She didn't know where I was going 
She just knew where she had been 
I took her up to Burmingham where she knew she had a friend 
A little shaken up 
But her tears were dry by then
I see people come and go 
Each on a different path 
Some chasing new beginnings 
Some running from their past 
Me, I just keep rollin' on 
While others fade away 
Mile after mile Day after day 
I am the highway 
I've seen flowers blooming on the shoulder of the road 
Tied to little wooden crosses 
For those who didn't make it home 
Some folks breaking down 
Some getting where they want to go 
I see people come and go 
Each on a different path 
Some chasing new beginnings 
Some running from their past 
Me, I just keep rollin' on 
While others fade away 
Mile after mile Day after day 
I am the highway I am the highway 
I have no beginning 
And I don't have an end 
You might turn around 
But there's no going back again 
So the trick is to enjoy the ride 
And learn from where you've been 
Stretching out to the horizon 
As time just fades away 
Mile after mile Day after day 
I am the highway 
I am the highway