Face to the Highway
I'm going away
I'm going away
I'm going away
I'm going away
The cradle wants a baby
Kitchen wants a pan
The heart wants a certain kind of lover if it can
The ocean wants a sailor
The gun wants a hand
Money wants a spender
And the road wants a man
I'll turn my face to the highway
I'll turn my face to the highway
I'll turn my face to the highway
And I'll turn my back on you
Devil wants a sinner
The sky wants a bird
The table wants the dinner
Lips want a word
Glass wants the wine
Fist wants to hurt
Clock wants the time
And the shovel wants to work
I'll turn my face to the highway
I'll turn my face to the highway
I'll turn my face to the highway
And I'll turn my back on you
I'm going away
I'm going away
I'm going away
I'm going away
I'm going away
Going away
Going away
Coal wants a miner
Soldier takes a stand
The walls of the prison
Want a solitary man
The window wants a curtain
The plow wants the land
Diamond ring wants to
Fit upon the finger of her hand
I'll turn my face to the highway
I'll turn my face to the highway
I'll turn my face to the highway
And I'll turn my back on you
Going away
Going away
I'm going away
I'm going away
I'm going away
I'm going away
I'm going away
I'm going away
I'm going away
I'm going away
I'm going away
I'm going away
I'm going away
I'm going away
I'm going away