Way to You

Way back when, when the days were young
Oh, we had our fun
Never worry much about being cool
Or growing old to play the old fool

Part of your life you spend paying your dues
Walking the miles and singing the blues
But, if I'm born into a pair of rambling shoes
I'll tell you what I'll do

I'll take my wings with a heart that's true
And find the way, the way to you, ooh-ooh-oh
The way to you, ooh-ooh-oh
The way to you

And part of your life you spend paying your dues
Walking a mile in your old man shoes
When I finally find the way to shake loose
I'll know what I'll do

Hang my worry on a golden noose
And find the way, the way to you, ooh-ooh-oh
The way to you, ooh-ooh-oh
The way to you

When we're all old and withering sages
Talking 'bout what might have been
Like a missing line or torn out pages
We're gonna miss you then

Walking the miles and singing the blues
And learning to love what God gives to you
And if he gave me rockets on the bottom of my shoes
I'll tell you what I'd do

I'd burn my sole where the sun was new
And find the way to you, ooh-ooh-oh
The way to you, ooh-ooh-oh
The way to you, ooh-ooh-oh

The way to you, ooh-ooh-oh
The way to you