The ex-G.I. who rides in back
He still carries his wounds and a torture rack
The visions of the V.C. dance in his head
And the blown up bodies, long since dead
The image of a woman he knew back then
And children he ain’t seen since who knows when
It’s just a highway dream
It’s just an interstate scheme
Whoa-oh, where do we go?
A laid-off worker from Cleveland Steel
He drinks straight whiskey ’til he can’t feel
He talks of the job that he once had
Until the bottom fell out, it all went bad
He hears there’s jobs in the oil fields now
And he thinks he might get on somehow
It’s just a highway dream
It’s just an interstate scheme
Whoa-oh, where do we go?
The leather and chain boy at my side
He wears tattoos from his late-night highs
His mama said “I can’t take it no more”
His old man shoved him out the door
He plays his air guitar to his heavy metal chants
And he’s goin’ to live with an Omaha aunt
It’s just a highway dream
It’s just an interstate scheme
Whoa-oh, where do we go?
Teenage mother with a child on her lap
Still wears the bruises of a boyfriend’s slaps
She drags each cigarette deep inside
Like a little bit of dyin’ makes her feel alive
She smiles real soft when you play eye games
With the kid who only has her momma’s name
It’s just a highway dream
It’s just an interstate scheme
Whoa-oh, where do we go?
Music man in blue disguise
He stares out a window at the Utah sky
Talks of the immigrant blood that flows
In the rivers that form in the mountain snow
Says he can’t figure out why he left town
But he might never find his hallowed ground
It’s just a highway dream
It’s just an interstate scheme
Whoa-oh, where do we go?
The old woman dressed in her cotton best
Says she’s lived 50 years in the mountain west
The bankers and the dust rolled over her land
When she moved out there with her wedding man
She’s been back east for her dyin’ son
And she talks of God, and how this life rolls on
Just like a highway dream
Like an interstate scheme
Whoa-oh, where do we go?
St. Paul, Omaha, North Platte, Laramie
Salt Lake, Ogden, and Rupert-Burley
Air Force bases, Mountain Home
It’s a last call for points unknown
Coffee, cigarettes, sweat and booze
Got a black, white, Indian, Greyhound blues
It’s just a highway dream
It’s just an interstate scheme
Whoa-oh, where do we go?
Where do we go now?
[repeat]
He still carries his wounds and a torture rack
The visions of the V.C. dance in his head
And the blown up bodies, long since dead
The image of a woman he knew back then
And children he ain’t seen since who knows when
It’s just a highway dream
It’s just an interstate scheme
Whoa-oh, where do we go?
A laid-off worker from Cleveland Steel
He drinks straight whiskey ’til he can’t feel
He talks of the job that he once had
Until the bottom fell out, it all went bad
He hears there’s jobs in the oil fields now
And he thinks he might get on somehow
It’s just a highway dream
It’s just an interstate scheme
Whoa-oh, where do we go?
The leather and chain boy at my side
He wears tattoos from his late-night highs
His mama said “I can’t take it no more”
His old man shoved him out the door
He plays his air guitar to his heavy metal chants
And he’s goin’ to live with an Omaha aunt
It’s just a highway dream
It’s just an interstate scheme
Whoa-oh, where do we go?
Teenage mother with a child on her lap
Still wears the bruises of a boyfriend’s slaps
She drags each cigarette deep inside
Like a little bit of dyin’ makes her feel alive
She smiles real soft when you play eye games
With the kid who only has her momma’s name
It’s just a highway dream
It’s just an interstate scheme
Whoa-oh, where do we go?
Music man in blue disguise
He stares out a window at the Utah sky
Talks of the immigrant blood that flows
In the rivers that form in the mountain snow
Says he can’t figure out why he left town
But he might never find his hallowed ground
It’s just a highway dream
It’s just an interstate scheme
Whoa-oh, where do we go?
The old woman dressed in her cotton best
Says she’s lived 50 years in the mountain west
The bankers and the dust rolled over her land
When she moved out there with her wedding man
She’s been back east for her dyin’ son
And she talks of God, and how this life rolls on
Just like a highway dream
Like an interstate scheme
Whoa-oh, where do we go?
St. Paul, Omaha, North Platte, Laramie
Salt Lake, Ogden, and Rupert-Burley
Air Force bases, Mountain Home
It’s a last call for points unknown
Coffee, cigarettes, sweat and booze
Got a black, white, Indian, Greyhound blues
It’s just a highway dream
It’s just an interstate scheme
Whoa-oh, where do we go?
Where do we go now?
[repeat]
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