The heel of my boot is on the leg of my chair
My chair leans back and rests on the wall
And the wall runs the length of my room to the door
The door reaches down to the sidewalk
And sidewalk leads to the edge of the street
The street takes you out to the old highway
The highway ends at the countyline bridge
The bridge takes you up to the interstate
The interstate rolls on beyond my horizon
Where miles tend to turn into days
Finally runs into high road that winds through the city
That took you away
And it reaches the sidewalk that kisses a wall
And the wall rises up to the 33rd floor
The floor feels you step to the balcony rail
From the rail you look out on the interstate
The interstate rolls on beyond the horizon
A highway of dreams come and gone
Always leads the roads that connect you
to the fool that keeps holding on
The heel of my boot is on the leg of my chair
Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaah