I'm going down this country highway
going 'round beneath the sun that leads my way
and though I wish that you would follow,
knowing you I know I'll be alone tomorrow.
I'll be talking to the blackbirds for a blackbird cannot speak.
I'll be talking about someone I knew and why I move my feet.
I'll be sleeping in the shadows where the morning sun won't see
for she doesn't seem to care much about me.
I'll be singing to the clouds a song that's sure to make them cry
and the long grass will be swaying when the sad wind passes by
and the trees will shelter me the way I wanted you to do
but I'll still be just a stranger passing through.
And where this dusty road is ending
I guess if I keep on going, there I'll be.
And though it shows me place for hiding
no one's going to come along and try to find me.
You'll forget to hear my footsteps when I've gone beyond your eyes
and I haven't changed you now no matter how hard I have tried
so I'll be telling rocks and mountain streams how lonely I can be
for I know they won't be listening to me.