the radio fades into blue
as the last lights of town fade out of view
into the dust covered hillsides
crossed by the shadows in the Nevada sun
a small motel hidden in grass
with no cable or phone, just cash
sleep under white cotton blankets
silently dream of those we left behind
I don't know I don't know
where this road will go
I don't know I don't know
where this road will go
birds and hilltops flutter past
as the engine hums hot and fast
back to the small town
where we met on the way back from school
flutter off into the park
cold dew soaks our backs in the dark
as our eyes cast upward
floating in with the planets and stars
I don't know I don't know
where this road will go
I don't know I don't know
where this road will go
when did the stars get so far away
lost in the stack of bills to pay
on the radio Paul singers Yesterday
the radio fades back from blue
as the streetlights of a small town fade into view
and the grass covered hillsides
in the iowa dawn
the radio fades into blue
as the last lights of town fade out of view
into the dust covered hillsides
crossed by the shadows in the Nevada sun
a small motel hidden in grass
with no cable or phone, just cash
sleep under white cotton blankets
silently dream of those we left behind
I don't know I don't know
where this road will go
I don't know I don't know
where this road will go
birds and hilltops flutter past
as the engine hums hot and fast
back to the small town
where we met on the way back from school
flutter off into the park
cold dew soaks our backs in the dark
as our eyes cast upward
floating in with the planets and stars
I don't know I don't know
where this road will go
I don't know I don't know
where this road will go
when did the stars get so far away
lost in the stack of bills to pay
on the radio Paul singers Yesterday
the radio fades back from blue
as the streetlights of a small town fade into view
and the grass covered hillsides
in the iowa dawn