Weathered stones I fished out from some rushing mountain stream Yellowed books With dog-eared pages, wildflowers pressed between Postcards from every place where I laid me down to sleep Little souvenirs to remind you of me Oh, the road is not your friend It's just a means to an end How I wish I could take you along But I take it all on faith You'll understand someday Why I did all I did while I was gone For a song I catch a glimpse A glint of something shining somewhere in the great unknown Like a beast I chase it over hills and mountains, valleys, rivers Till it's cornered on a scrap of paper On a bedside table in some cheap motel where the highway drones Sometimes it feels like church, sometimes like I'm the last man on earth Just a voice howling out into the darkness Oh, the road is not your friend It's just a means to an end I'll be home late, don't wait up, just leave a light on But I take it all on faith You'll understand someday Why I did all I did while I was gone For a song... Oh, the road is not your friend It's just a means to an end How I wish I could take you along But I take it all on faith You'll understand someday Why I did all I did while I was gone For a song