These roads are made for walking
Though the blistered feet are talking
Round the barrel, grab a seat
Oh, the stories that we'll meet
So the man begins his tale
Our expressions growing pale
And the crickets with their song
Begging us to join along
When the miles begin their walking
And the trees begin their talking
Swing on round the merry-go-round
Married girls in snowy sound
Birds are singing "Hallelujah!"
But those tunes are bound to fool ya'
Everything as it should be; Oh, Infinite Mystery!
More than fiction meets the eye
For it tells a seeing story
Who really wants the glory?
We will burn them in a fury!
Paper guns and paper hats
When they burn, they all burn black
And we remember all we are:
Broken boxes, burned and charred
When the miles begin their walking
And the trees begin their talking
Swing on round the merry-go-round
Married girls in snowy sound
Birds are singing "Hallelujah!"
But those tunes are bound to fool ya'
Everything as it should be; Oh, Infinite Mystery!
When the miles begin their walking
And the trees begin their talking
Swing on round the merry-go-round
Married girls in snowy sound
Birds are singing "Hallelujah!"
But those tunes are bound to fool ya'
Everything as it should be; Oh, Infinite Mystery!
