The Low Highway

[Verse]

Traveling out on the low highway

Three thousand miles to the Frisco Bay

'Cross the rivers wild and the lonesome plains

Up the coast and down and back again

Saw empty houses on a dead end street

People lining up for something to eat

And the ghost of America watching me

Through the broken windows of the factories

Naked bones of a better day

As I rolled down the low highway

[Verse]

Traveling out on the low highway

By the yellow moon and the light of day

From the snow white crown on the mountain tall

To the valley down where the shadows fall

Met a man with a rifle in his hand

Been away to battle in a distant land

Taught him to hate, taught him to kill

Now he’s out on the road with a hole to fill

Nobody knows the price he paid

So he takes his toll on the low highway

[Verse]

Traveling out on the low highway

Windows down, listening

Wheels turning round on the asphalt sing

Every sound is a prophecy

Heard an old man grumble, a young girl cry

Brick wall crumble and the white dove fly

And a cry for justice and a call for peace

The voice of reason and the roar of the beast

And every mile is a prayer I prayed

As I rolled down the low highway