1. On The Highway
(Words & Music By Michael Wendroff)
Here in death-city things are very strange
The seasons come and go, there's never any change
The prophets in the park, have never seemed so sad
Speaking of the good times they have had
On the highway, looking for the sun
On the highway, you gotta take it as it comes
On the highway, gypsies on the move
Oh what were they tryin' to prove.
All the restless ones have long since headed west
Gone into the lonely night to find out what comes next
Taking chances slippin' down the line
Finding out the things that you can only find,
On the highway, looking for the sun
On the highway, you gotta take it as it comes
On the highway, gypsies on the move
Oh what were they tryin' to prove
The letters in the mail from Berkeley and Japan
Oh they always make me feel so strange
That I should be the one, who's staying in one place
Just goes to show how things can change
On the highway, looking for the sun
On the highway, you gotta take it as it comes
On the highway, gypsies on the move
Oh what were they tryin' to prove.