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