歌词
There's a home, up in the sky
I'm a-climb to it, by and by
I'm a-follow these yellow lines
'Til they turn to golden vines
I'm going, going, gone
Going, going, gone
I remember your eyes were soft
In the doorway, as you saw me off
You say, "We're young" and I'll admit
But we ain't that innocent
We're going, going, gone
We're going, going, gone
Black cloud falling on a field
Throwing rain on my windshield
But it don't matter 'cause I left behind
The type of vision that rain can blind
I'm going, going, gone
Going, going, gone
I'm going, going, gone
I'm going, going, gone
Can't keep no steady job
With an unsteady mind, my God
So I'm a-walk these yellow lines
'Til they turn to golden vines
