Face to the Highway

I'm going away I'm going away I'm going away I'm going away The cradle wants a baby Kitchen wants a pan The heart wants a certain kind of lover If it can The ocean wants a sailor The gun wants a hand Money wants a spender And the road wants a man I turned my face to the highway I turned my face to the highway I turned my face to the highway And I turn my back on you Devil wants a sinner Sky wants a bird Table wants the dinner And the lips want a word Glass wants the wine Fist wants to hurt Clock wants the time And the shovel wants to work I turned my face to the highway I turned my face to the highway I turned my face to the highway And I turn my back on you I'm going away I'm going away I'm going away I'm going away I'm going away I'm going away I'm going away I'm going away Coal wants a miner Soldier takes a stand The walls of the prison Want a solitary man The window wants a curtain The plow wants the land Diamond ring wants to Fit upon the finger of her hand I'll turn my face to the highway I'll turn my face to the highway I'll turn my face to the highway And I'll turn my back on you I'm going away I'm going away I'm going away I'm going away I'm going away I'm going away I'm going away I'm going away I'm going away I'm going away I'm going away I'm going away I'm going away I'm going away I'm going away