My days, they are the highway kindthey only come to leavebut the leavin' I don't mindit's the comin' that I crave.Pour the sun upon the groundstand to throw a shadowwatch it grow into a nightand fill the spinnin' sky.
My days, they are the highway kind
SvarSlettthey only come to leave
but the leavin' I don't mind
it's the comin' that I crave.
Pour the sun upon the ground
stand to throw a shadow
watch it grow into a night
and fill the spinnin' sky.