In the dark it is known
We're all just children in the river
Headlights cut through the stars
I never was a sailor
First these truths, glass and stone
They shatter through horizons
In this car I have roamed
God rest my soul
God rest my soul
Highway's cursed for souls that need to roam
Highway's cursed for souls that need to roam
From the dirt it is known
we're all just passers in the same crowd
Headlights cut to the bone
I never felt I was too proud
Now I wish I'd said goodbye
You always think you're returning
If I'd known, I'd have cried
How could I get over this yearning?
From their mouths they have told
That every journey has a close
But some stories left untold
Deserve some good defending
Highway's cursed for souls that need to roam
Highway's cursed for souls that need to roam
Highway's cursed for souls that need to roam
Highway's cursed for souls that need to roam
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