The heel of my boot is on the leg of my chair My chair leans back and rests on the wall And the wall runs the length of my room to the door The door reaches down to the sidewalk And the sidewalk leads to the edge of the street The street takes you out to the old highway And the highway ends at the countyline bridge The bridge takes you up to the interstate The interstate rolls on beyond my horizon Where miles tend to turn into days Finally runs into high road that winds through the city That took you away And it reaches the sidewalk that kisses a wall And the wall rises up to the thirty-third floor The floor feels you step to the balcony rail From the rail you look out on the interstate The interstate rolls on beyond the horizon A highway of dreams come and gone Always leads back through the roads that connect you To the fool that keeps holding on The heel of my boot is on the leg of my chair