A cape of hills and wheeling skies, a face of sea and shining eyes

All of the above, so bellow, the moon is wide and high and light

The silver town below is sleeping all except for one fellow

Anything you could imagine, jettison and gushing fathom

Any seed still grows, the winding path on autumn night

Silent, navy blue and bright, spangled ceiling, hello

And brand new asphalt like a carpet, the cars try hard

Not to mark it, not a speck of dirt should know

As the waterfall is flowing and the hills and waves are rolling

Thunder clapping for the show, bursts and drips and sparks

Are flying what's the purpose of denying all the kingdom glow?

Lotion leaking in a purse, vowel sound peaking in a verse

And seeds in wind all scatter, past the point of all resistance

Float so far into the distance, nothing else would matter

Only the kid would know, only the kid would make it

Only the kid would show, only the kid could take it

Only the kid would know, only the kid would make it

Only the kid would show, only the kid could take it

If the kid would come back again. I know the town would treat him fine

Well they say that there's a next time around. I'll take the one we're on just fine

A they say it happened quite a long time ago, some say that I lost my mind

But if you think about the time we spent

The nights that we bent, the places we went

Where we want to go, what a road, oh, what a road

What a road, making our home away from home

What a road, what a road, what a road