Highway take me anywhere but here.
Far from the trappings of my memory where I can disappear
and wake up where I’ll find myself alone
among the ghosts who haunt the open road
who never found a home.
‘Cause I can hear you singing in the distance with your mandolin.
Silhouette against the burning sky.
Heading west with Portland on your mind.
I found inspiration in your eyes
that count the miles down the interstate
along the exit signs to new horizons I can call my own.
And so, I’m headed where the drifters go
And crazy dreamers roam.
‘Cause I can hear you singing in the distance with your mandolin,
Silhouette against the burning sky.
You’re running where you’ve got no name, and everything begins again.
Trade it in and leave it all behind.
Heading west with Portland on your mind.
Fade away where twilight plays its song,
And sends you dancing through the rolling hills
where mountains break the sun.
And laughing shadows flash against the stones
between where yesterday's mistakes tomorrow's wild unknowns.
‘Cause I can hear you singing in the distance with your mandolin,
Silhouette against the burning sky.
I’m sorry babe, but I can’t stay. I’m bound to ramble all my days.
I hope ya’ know you had me at "goodbye".
Heading west with Portland on your mind.