How I long to feel
The salty wind off
Calveston Bay in my face once again
A warm southern wind on my
Weather worn skin then perhaps I
Would not feel so
Oh, how I long to hold
The golden scent
In the hollow of my hand
To pause for a while there
And fill in the hole
Left in the heart
Of a wounded old soul
Here's to tomorrow
Here's to today
Here's to whatever I
Never did see
Here's to old friends who have
Gone separate ways
Here's to a memory
How I long to be in those
East Texas woods
I would be in those
Older, tiny woods if I could
On a hot summer morning
Down the Senate Beltway
The windows roll down
In my old Chevrolet
Cruising the back roads
With nothing but time
Three nickels short of
Having one dime
Miles from a highway
With no hill to climb
Just me and the whispering pine
Here's to tomorrow
Here's to today
Here's to whatever I
Never did see
Here's to you, love
You are happy, I pray
Yes, here's to a memory
Out on this long stretch
Of interstate 10
At O'Dell Rio Station
Rolling on in
Many the night boys
It was my only friend
Just me and the radio
For the Silver Moon Cafe
Was once out this way
But like Route 66 boys
It too had its day
And this rusty old sign here
Is all that remains
Now the times have changed
I just look at that road
How it keeps rolling on down
If it was a clock
I could stop by a truck
I would let it run down
On about 65
Perhaps I would not feel so cold
Oh, I stall the sales boys
To hell with the breeze
Let us pray for a wind
That will bend at a tree
And a storm that will bring
Every man to his knees
Here's to the Howling sea
Here's to tomorrow
Here's to the day
Here's to whatever
I never would say
Here's to the fight for her
The bastard's been paid
Here's to the memories
Out on this long stretch
Interstate 10
Hell passed so do Phoenix
To Berlin
And then it is
North to Northwest
I follow the wind
And by midnight tonight
I will be home in Springfield again
Guitar Solo