All we see is sky for forever We let the world pass by for forever And we talk and take in the view Two friends on a perfect day End of May or early June This picture-perfect afternoon we shared Drive the winding country road Grab a scoop at À La Mode

I'll be your dog And I'll be your dog I'll pick you up When this road gets too rough I'll be your light when you're stuck in this night Underneath my feet I'm looking for something Dusty headlights and I can't see I feel the wind of the south blowing

Again we stalk the stage At mach speed we engage Feeding people's rage The big cat's left its cage Back in the bus again To catch another plane This behavior's quite insane But we do it for the fame, yeah I lost my mind, I lost all my money I lost my

You cut me down When I'm on my knees I'll still believe, And when I've hit the ground, neither lost nor found, If you believe in me I'll still believe So I was lost, go count the cost, Before you go to the Holland Road, With your heart like a stone you

From the edge of the world Somewhere now Don't wanna think about tomorrow Don't wanna think about the road It doesn't matter anyway I wanna start a revolution I wanna hear it on my radio And put it off another day

Forever young. (Forever young) Forever young. Forever young May the good Lord be with you down every road you roam. And may sunshine and happiness surround you when you're far from home. And my you grow to be proud, dignified and true. And do unto

I won't take the easy road Show me my silver lining, I try to keep on keeping on I hear a voice calling Calling out for me These shackles I've made in an attempt to be free Be it for reason, be it for love Show me my silver lining The easy road, the easy

Wandering away Will I shed one more tear for my broken family And have a glass of whiskey with another friend That has nowhere to be Get my feet on the road they feel much better there Gonna stop trying some day some year I meant it when I told her I

They say immigrants steal the hubcaps Of the respected gentlemen They say it would be wine an' roses If England were for Englishmen again Well I saw a dirty overcoat At the foot of the pillar of the road Propped inside was an old man Whom time would not

Dust and diesel Rise like incense from the road Smoke of offering For the revolution morning Battered buses jammed up to the roof Dust and diesel the prevailing themes Farmer sleeping on the truck in front Feet trailing over like he's trolling for dreams