Lyric Highway kind

by Townes Van Zandt

My days, they are the highway kind
they only come to leave
but the leavin I don t mind
it s the comin that I crave.
Pour the sun upon the ground
stand to throw a shadow
watch it grow into a night
and fill the spinnin sky.


Time among the pine trees
it felt like breath of air
usually I just walk these streets
and tell myself to care.
Sometimes I believe me
and sometimes I don t hear.
Sometimes the shape I m in
won t let me go.


Well, I don t know too much for true
but my heart knows how to pound
my legs know how to love someone
my voice knows how to sound.
Shame that it s not enough
shame that it is a shame.
Follow the circle down
where would you be?


You re the only one I want now
I never heard your name.
Let s hope we meet some day
if we don t it s all the same.
I ll meet the ones between us,
and be thinkin bout you
and all the places I have seen
and why you where not there.