There's a place up ahead and I'm going just as fast as my feet can fly
Come away, come away if you're going, leave the sinking ship behind.
CHORUS:
Come on the rising wind, we're going up around the bend.
Ooh!
Bring a song and a smile for the banjo, better get while the gettings good,
Hitch a ride to the end of the highway where the neons turn to wood.
CHORUS
Oooh!
You can ponder perpetual motion, fix your mind on a crystal day,
Always time for a good conversation, there's an ear for what you say.
CHORUS
Yeah!
Oooh!
Catch a ride to the end of the highway and we'll meet by the big red tree,
There's a place up ahead and I'm going, come along, come along with me.
CHORUS
Yeah!
Do do doo do...