Highway In The Sun

Walking down on broadway
Face turned from the sky
Far beneath the dreams I had
Sunshine made me cry
Saw them selling straightjackets
Turning for the tide
I closed my eyes
Looking for a ride

If you want to see me
Write a letter
It's better not to worry
'Bout the weather
I was struggling
I was stranded

Stumbling down the alley I was heading for the door
Searching for salvation in a place I've been before
High upon their barstools were yesterday's men
Did they ever tell the young ones
Not to be like them?

If you want to see me
Write a letter
It's better not to worry
'Bout the weather
I was struggling
I was stranded

I met a guy called jim he had a whole new way to see
It really meant the world for him but
Nothing to me
So I
Pulled out of town
With peace on my mind
I was feeling kind of blinded by the tears I left behind

If you want to see me
Write a letter
It's better not to worry
'Bout the weather
On a highway in the Sun
On a highway in the Sun
In the Sun
On a highway in the Sun
On a highway in the Sun
On a highway in the Sun