Paper Cups on a Hidden Highway

I am the man with the mark of a million roads I drink from a bottle of warmth when I'm feeling cold And all I ask is that my love be found The strength to turn my life around Even though they'd like to see me drown I've run from cold-hearted demons in yellow coats I've come to believe in the sweet dusty smell of a red wild rose And all I ask is that my heart be bound To a brave new life and the everlasting sound Of the canyon wind as it brushes the ground And the golden bells as the sun goes Down, down Down, down La, la, la, la La, la, la La, la, la, la La, la, la La, la, la, la La, la, la La, la, la, la