and you’ve chipped your tooth so you whistle when you speak and there’s tunes in your head till the end of the week
Maybe you got a kid, maybe you got a pretty wife The only thing that I got's been bothering me my whole life Mister state trooper, please don't stop me
There is a road, no simple highway Between the dawn and the dark of night And if you go, no one may follow That path is for your steps alone Robert Hunter, lyricist
Been accused of deep murder On the North Atlantic swell, But I have three hungry children And a young wife as well. And behind stand generations Of hard hunting men, Who raised a glass to the living, And went killing again. Are you with me?
The buzzing chrome of blue unending Pretending I still have somewhere left to turn The fading flower of hours wilting Love philtre, still something left to learn There's still a love to live for We're reinvented, our minds are made up The moon's pretending, our lives invaded The way corroded, our love is philtred