Paroles de 'The Highway' par Bob Seger

It takes a window into your conscience
It takes a hard look into your soul
It takes a ton of faith to push the doubt away
And reestablish full control
In a world of phony prophets
In a sea of plain conceit
Fight the wind and waves through the fog and haze
Until the good old earth's under your feet

You'll never know until you try
If you can reach beyond the sky

I'm packing up my gear
I'm getting out of here
Up where the air is clear
Heading for the highway, heading for the highway

I need to turn the wheel
Away from every deal
Until I find what's real
Heading for the highway, heading for the highway

I have lived among the missing
I have walked around asleep
I've been written off, I've been sold and bought
I have stared into the deep
There's a price for every promise
Every dream we victimize
A creative fate that you can't escape
Is the dreaded compromise

So much depends on what we say
When everyone gets in our way

I need to break the chains
I need to take the reins
And make a major change
Heading for the highway, heading for the highway

I need to find the line
Between who's left behind
And who takes too much time
Heading for the highway, heading for the highway

I'm packing up my gear
I'm getting out of here
Up where the air is clear
Heading for the highway, heading for the highway

I need to turn the wheel
Away from every deal
Till I can find what's real
Heading for the highway, heading for the highway

Heading for the highway, heading for the highway
Heading for the highway