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