Lonely sunshine, days come easy,
Spend my time alone at rest,
And if I were the last to leave here,
Now would these roads be any less?
Oh, I`m the last to leave.
Now would these ribbon highway roads
Be less wonderful to me?
Why must I always be so slow?
Many friends come and go,
You know there`s a lot of feelings that I`ve left behind,
And it`s a lonely world, I know,
When your friends are hard to find.
But take the time, my memory fails,
And soak my eyes in the morning rain,
Like a sailor, sailing over Jordan,
On the road back home again.