Carefree Highway - Gordon Lightfoot

Baby, take the highway No going down (no going down) No cutting out (no cutting out) The sun comes up before you go (you go) My baby's gone (baby's gone) My hollow soul (hollow soul) I feel a cold wind start to blow (to blow) Every little stop sign All the red lights like the preacher on a Saturday night The devil's in the details Pretty little females Tell me all your sweet sweet lies I can't slow down, it's so damn loud Let's burn this town alive Oh, pocket full of moon shine Counting all the white lines Time to take the highway, highway, highway Baby, take the highway I'ma take the highway My bleeding heart (my bleeding heart) It feels no pain (feels no pain) Too many sins to wash away (wash away) Into the dark (into the dark) And through the rain (and through the rain) Together we go We go insane (go insane) Every little stop sign All the red lights like the preacher on a Saturday night The devil's in the details Pretty little females Tell me all your sweet sweet lies I can't slow down, it's so damn loud Let's burn this town alive Oh, pocket full of moon shine Counting all the white lines Time to take the highway, highway, highway Baby, take the highway I'ma take the highway (Highway, highway, I'ma take the highway) I'ma take the highway (Highway, highway, I'ma take the highway) I'ma take the highway (Highway, highway) Yeah, every little stop sign All the red lights like the preacher on a Saturday night (preacher on a Saturday) The devil's in the details Pretty little females Tell me all your sweet sweet lies (tell me all your sweet sweet lies) I can't slow down, it's so damn loud Let's burn this town alive (burn this town alive) Oh, pocket full of moon shine Counting all the white lines Time to take the highway, highway, highway Baby, take the highway I'ma take the highway

It's just a little creek now but when the rain comes down It's gonna be a raging river I just heard my baby say goodbye He left me here holding back my tears Now he's gone forever The dam's gonna break and I'm a gonna cry, cry, cry I'm gonna cry and I don't care who sees I wonder if he knows what he's done to me Gonna love that boy till the day I die Until the day I do I'm gonna cry, cry, cry Now he's gone the pains coming on I can feel my whole body shaking Lookie here now what's this in my eyes All I hear ringing in my ears is the sound of my heart breaking The dam's gonna break and I'm a gonna cry, cry, cry I'm gonna cry and I don't care who sees I wonder if he knows what he's done to me Gonna love that boy till the day I die Until the day I do I'm gonna cry, cry, cry I'm gonna cry and I don't care who sees I wonder if he knows what he's done to me Gonna love that boy till the day I die Until the day I do I'm gonna cry, cry, cry Til the day I do I'm gonna cry, cry, cry

Highway boys on the road tonight Got a, gig out at the Ryman Finally learned the hard way That all good things take time, my friend Of a playin' lost soul To sing his songs true They make a southern boy cry Turn a northeast man confused And I awoke with a fever Sweatin' oceans again There's mirrors in hotel rooms But I do not recognize them Maybe it's the feelin' That I get in my sleep But all the memories in my mind Are only mine to keep I wanna ride that K-10 to way back when Sleep next to the river, hear it rushin' again Give my no-good soul back to where it belong And do my best to keep truth in songs And do my best to keep truth in songs And all of my old friends miss Havin' me around, but Highways work both ways And I can't stand the liars in town If you need me you can find me Slightly outta control 'Cause highway boys don't rest And don't hang hats till they're home Highway boys on the road tonight Got a, gig out at the Ryman They finally found out the hard way That this sound I got is my mine, man So if you need me, call If you're in love, fall Just know that highways boys Don't stick around at all I wanna ride that K-10 to way back when Sleep next to the river, hear it rushin' again Give my no-good soul back to where it belong And do my best to keep truth in songs And do my best to keep truth in songs Highway boys on the road tonight Got a gig out at the Ryman They finally found out the hard way That this sound I got is my mine, man

متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف وتفوت أيام وتمر سنين وانا حالي غريب انا مين انا مين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين على غفلة اتحول بركان جبار انا ضلمة وليل أنا نار ونهار متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف ماشي على طريق مكتوب مرسوم بس انا مسؤول وعليا اللوم ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول قدامي طريق همشيه همشيه نفهم في الآخر كل ده لية متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف

فوسط زحمة وناس كتير وطريق أنا ماشي فيه عكس السير وسط الطموح والأمل والتمني فاضلي خطوة توصلني فوسط حاجات ومكيفات بحاول أنسى كل اللي فات في وسط صدري ضلعي مكسور ومن خلاله قلبي شايف نور أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع فوسط الليل وأنا بعيد عن البشر شفت نور يشبه نور القمر بس القمر مسيره يفارق ويسيبني تاني مع الوحدة أحارب فوسط قصة حب يعني وهمية كان لازم أصدق اصل الوحدة قوية مش كل المشاعر حقيقية أنا شفت نور معرفتش اغمض عنيا أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع

One, two, three Why are you hanging on so tight To the rope that I'm hanging from? Off this island, this was an escape plan (this was an escape plan) Carefully timed it, so let me go And dive into the waves below Who tends the orchards? Who fixes up the gables? Emotional torture from the head of your high table Who fetches the water from the rocky mountain spring? And walk back down again to feel your words and their sharp sting And I'm getting fucking tired The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ended, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour You make me do too much labour Apologies from my tongue, and never yours Busy lapping from flowing cup and stabbing with your fork I know you're a smart man (I know you're a smart man), and weaponise The false incompetence, it's dominance under a guise If we had a daughter, I'd watch and could not save her The emotional torture, from the head of your high table She'd do what you taught her, she'd meet the same cruel fate So now I've gotta run, so I can undo this mistake At least I've gotta try The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ends, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then a virgin, nurse then a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid (The capillaries in my eyes are bursting) Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant (If our love died, would that be the worst thing?) Just an appendage, live to attend him (For somebody I thought was my saviour) So that he never lifts a finger (You sure make me do a whole lot of labour) 24-7, baby machine (The calloused skin on my hands is crackin') So he can live out his picket fence dreams (If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?) It's not an act of love if you make her (And the silence haunts our bed chamber) You make me do too much labour