Out of this long stretch of interstate 10
Edeldale Rail Station kept rollin' all in
Beneath the night, boys, it was my only friend
Just me and the radio
Ah, the Silver Moon Cafe was once out this way
But like Route 66, boys, it's too high to stay
And this rusty old sign here, it is all that remains
My, how the times they have changed
See that old river out, it keeps rollin' on by
If it was a clock I could stop, I would try
I would let it run down on about 65
Perhaps I would not feel so cold
Here's to tomorrow, here's to today
Here's to whatever I never would say
Here's to the piper, the bastard's been paid
Here's to the memory
So just hoist all the sail, boys, to hell with
the breeze
And let us pray for a wind that will bend every tree
And a storm that will bring every man to his knees
Here's to the howlin' sea
Here's to tomorrow, here's to today
Here's to whatever I never did say
Here's to you, love, you are happy, I pray
Here's to the memories