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