There's a place up ahead and I'm going just as fast as my feet can fly Come away, come away if you're going, Leave the sinking ship behind.
CHORUS: Come on the rising wind, We're going up around the bend.
Ooh! Bring a song and a smile for the banjo, Better get while the gettings good, Hitch a ride to the end of the highway Where the neons turn to wood.
CHORUS
Oooh! You can ponder perpetual motion, Fix your mind on a crystal day, Always time for a good conversation, There's an ear for what you say.
CHORUS
Yeah!
Oooh! Catch a ride to the end of the highway And we'll meet by the big red tree, There's a place up ahead and I'm going, Come along, come along with me.