Highway

The wind cuts through my coat It’s the coldest of days I don’t know where to go I’ve got to get out of this place Those old church bells will ring Like they do every day And the choir will sing And I’ll be gone away Six bucks in my pocket And my lonely name The world don’t know who I am And it’s all just the same Still I don’t know If I’m gonna leave ‘Cause I’m not sure quite what it is I’m supposed to be I wake up every morning In a place I don’t belong Been around for far too long I'll bum a cigarette And put my mind at rest If you put me on that highway I’m gone I wake up every morning In a place I don’t belong Been around for far too long I'll bum a cigarette And put my mind at rest You put me on that highway I’m gone If you put me on that highway I'm gone, oh If you put me on that highway I'm gone, oh If you put me on that highway