It was a long haul on the road today.
Left me tired and with nothiní to say.
Iit was over due and over and out
and the maps left me doubting my position.
How can you loose your way
when every road is a marked highway?

You can feel it tighten up your shoulders,
Those closed in spaces of fiberglass and steel
Pointing you west, head to head with the sun.
And you wonder if youíll finish what was begun.
Blinded you can loose your way
on the four lanes of a marked highway

Iíll fight for a chance to howl at the moon
and wish that time could be over. Sooner or later
she comes along and I canít forget her on this night,
for she is a beacon, a reason, a chance again to hope
to find what was lost along the way
Somewhere down the road of a marked highway.

Even she had a story to share with me
Something to help pass the time along
She told me of the places where sheíd been wrong
Without placing blame on the ones she called friends.
She let me help her find her way
Then said goodbye on the side of a marked highway.

There comes a part where we all sing along
For we all played a part in writing that song.
But in our silence the guitars go solo
Scouting ahead, looking for what we call home.
Iím wondering how I lost my way
Struggling down the asphalt of a marked highway.