Sweet grows the lovers of time we know
Old grow the covers of just so
 All around us we play
In the tribute to running away

Call of the wild beckons the soul
As the trust of the lust goes
In a passion died this day
He just walks away

The car is in motion as the top comes down
And he runs from his little town
A dollar used to be
Now horizon is all that he sees

Blacktop and white lines
Grow slow as the wisdom of looking
Moves to the gold
In a moment of dreaming he goes
Just a little further down the road

Sweet grows the heart in bloom
Lovers and new comers room
In travel now done
Which is the moon
Where is the son

On a blanket in a park
A young girl shares her heart
And the passion of days
Turns back the page

Blacktop and white lines
Grow slow as the wisdom of looking
Moves to the gold
In a moment of dreaming he goes
Just a little further down the road