I've got my wheels in motion,
with that same old notion.
What will be, if I end this ride?
Out of darkness, into light,
As the clouds roll out of sight.
I've known the city and her thrills within,
their sights and sounds I've been drowning in.
Like an island in a flooded stream,
except, it's not a dream.
Postcards fadin' out of view in the, hi-country.
Get gone them city blues in the, hi-country.
Got all day to make it true in the, hi-country.
High, high, high, high, hi-country.
I see the miles and the land roll by,
a band of brothers on the long white line.
Skip the fine print in every sign.
Ace the test, but lose your mind.
Scatter the ashes of another vow,
we'll leave the weeping to the willows now.
Like a bluebird in the lonesome pine,
the way home, he'll always find.
Running from the storm, it's just a memory.
Seen some road and what was meant to be.
Climbing uphill, picking up speed.
There's only one place I gotta be. Ooh.
Postcards fadin' out of view in the, hi-country
Get gone them city blues in the, hi-country
Got all day to make it true in the, hi-country
High, high, high, high, high.
