Peter Fonda

I Dream Of Highways
When I was young I dreamed of highways I never knew... I'd find you there You got yours... and I got my ways It's all gone... and I don't care So come and lay down here on my pillow I got to see you one more time Don't tell lies... they're hard to handle It's too late... to change my mind Some words don't come easy Some don't come at all Don't think I'll be talking... when you leave . . . . . . Late last night I thought I heard you crying I guess you had some trouble in your sleep And the only sound I can rely on Is the song,.. you're singing when you leave Some words don't come easy Some don't come at all Don't think I'll be talking when you leave When I was young I dreamed of highways SongtexteI never knew... I'd lose you there You've got yours... and I got my ways It's all gone... and I don't care It's all gone... and I don't care (Grazie a Luigi Biagioni per questo testo) Aus Songtexte Mania