Highway Gold

Oh, it was Friday nights,

it was video gold,

Shining lights, and rock and roll,

a story being told!

On the twelve-bed bus,

making and messing it up,

(meaw meaw) If we’re living the dream,

I hope we never wake up.

Endless roads, in the same old boots,

Letting go of everything,

for the truth of the roots!

Tara is the center,

the center is the start,

I’m mapping out the universe inside a human heart!

From the Denny’s in Texas,

to the laundry room floor,

We were chasing the magic,

we were opening the door.

Meaw meaw, in the midnight stops,

Meaw meaw,

till the rhythm drops.

We’re the best damn band,

yeah, we’re pure and strong,

We’ve found the frequency,

we’ve found where we belong!

1. The architecture of the dream...

eternal. 2. The rhythmic heartbeat of the tour...

infinite. 3. The band-resonance...

burning truth. 4. The clarity

of the 'all'... total liberation.