There's no short cut
And no straight line
The highwayman defines
A sleeping country
A ghost horse in the head
Keeping time
Wandering minds

Trans-Canada

Hot dice keep rolling
Try to lose our nothing
Now familiar
Now forgotten
Forget goodbyes
Forget the song
Here and gone

Trans-Canada

I had that vision, brother
The one about you, brother
That we did ride
And ride on
The shining path together
You're the black angel
I was on your side
Burned out of Deep River
Looking into the night
No vacancy
So long

Trans-Canada
Here and gone