Highway Kind - Townes Van Zandt

My days, they are the highway kind

They 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.

Time among the pine trees

It felt like breath of air

Usually I just walk these streets

And tell myself to care.

Sometimes I believe me And sometimes I don’t hear.

Sometimes the shape I’m in Won’t let me go.

Well, I don’t know too much for true

But my heart knows how to pound

My legs know how to love someone

My voice knows how to sound.

Shame that it’s not enough

Shame that it is a shame.

Follow the circle down

Where would you be?

You’re the only one I want now

I never heard your name.

Let’s hope we meet some day

If we don’t it’s all the same.

I’ll meet the ones between us,

And be thinkin' 'bout you

And all the places I have seen

And why you where not there.