By the side of the road

I can't recall How long I've been Out on the road Baked by the sun And I leave Blood on the tracks And smoke on the lake But they are Just some old tapes And the smog from LA And so I'll surf these dunes And hum my tunes And now I'm Hanging low And driving high Like tide and noon I'm just passing by But I Leave behind A trail of crumbs But the crumbs are clouds And the sky is clear As above So below And so there's no way back Nowhere to be Not homeward bound But boundless and free And I Lost the trail But I Found time 'Cause one of these days Might be the last And my fate and fears Hide on the road In the shape of trees Underneath the rocks Growing moss Getting old But when I thought I found Just what's in store for me I move up on ahead Then I finally see It's not what I thought It's just a traffic cone Left by side of the road Right by the side of the road So I guess I'll be Another traffic cone Left by the side of the road Right by the side of the road And yet I'm still here Stuck in my balcony The light breaks through The wind is brisk There's no place I'd rather be And so These scenes and songs Will only pass me by But The dead are grateful And I think I just might die So take me to the garden parties And your local music store We'll hang out at the airport's Yard House Great food and classic rock There's no place I'd rather go I want to stay I want to go By the side of the road By the side of the road I want to stay I want to go By the side of the road By the side of the road