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US highway from north to south.
It's history breathing.
Get out from under the gun
And drive down Highway 61.

Hannibal's son saw the Gold Rush,
Saw the Civil War done,
Then settled down some

You could change your ways
Living long enough to stay
But you're leavin' before the day breaks

Your proving ground is strange
Your proving ground is strange
No pain, no need to blink
You say it's better when you don't think

Wake up to the Biddle Street blues
Can't shake the news
All the way to the big dome
They're trying

The intrigues of the new royalty
And the believers
In the afterlife

Hand in hand there are angels that are holding warning signs
Show you the way like teachers and prophets of doom
Everyone has their idols, there will always be a story to tell
The search goes on, a balance in the final say

When you're lost in folly, out of luck in the worst way
Love is a fog and you stumble every step you make
The dust of daylight holds you down and makes you wait

Daylight brings the clues to the world to life
Make or break gotta do what it takes to survive
I'm always looking out through the window pane
You're always looking better, and that's a sweet refrain

Another day another hero is gone
Old guitars breathe out old battles fought before dawn
I'm always looking out through the window pane

Walking down Main Street
Getting to know the concrete
Looking for a purpose from a neon sign
I would meet you anywhere the western sun meets the air
We'll hit the road, never looking behind
Can you deny, there's nothing greater
Nothing more than the traveling hands of time?
Sainte Genevieve can hold back the water

Now and then it keeps you running
It never seems to die
The trail's spent with fear
Not enough living on the outside
Never seem to get far enough
Staying in between the lines
Hold on to what you can
Waiting for the end