Open roads, broken rope Sign me up, give me will To keep the hounds from sitting still Any longer
Red skies at night, The mornings white The sky is blue The sky is green Am I, to you, to intervene? The fire’s like the gasoline And you are like the smoke
You’re always leaving But you’re never gone You’re everywhere at once Like a true phenomenon
So take me down your old back roads And show me where you go That God may help me know it When I see it
I could use a job But I ain’t for hire You ask and you receive Or you learn to make believe The fire’s like the gasoline And you are like the smoke
You’re always leaving But you’re never gone You’re everywhere at once Like a true phenomenon
You’re always leaving But you’re never gone You’re everywhere at once Like a true phenomenon
