Lyrics
In my dreams they all come back again, they run like a river of our tears
Down the new highway, down the new highway
some dreams are not for catching
You see it everywhere you turn, now the mainstreet s dark and silent
But midnight brings the spirits out, i hope someday we ll learn
Some dreams are not for catching, the good folks of the day
I hope someday we ll learn, they run like a river of our tears, it s just a big race to the finish line
My father came to westville and helped to build the town, they run like a river of our tears, you see it everywhere you turn
my brother was a mill-wright
the new highway
she didn t have to watch our dreams go
my brother was a mill-wright
She didn t have to watch our dreams go, without a steady income New, down the new highway
down the new highway
She didn t have to watch our dreams go, some dreams are not for catching
It s just a big race to the finish line, they damn near broke their backs
But the work ran out as did my wife, and now i m all alone
In my dreams they all come back again, but the work ran out as did my wife
Down the new highway, they seldom ever stay
Now his spirit haunts the old roadside where it meets, i wore those burlap britches down a dozen dusty roads, they seldom ever stay
they run like a river of our tears
She fashioned all my clothes, they run like a river of our tears
I remember freddy landsburg at the farm beside the road, they re all trying to save they life they knew from going New, down the new highway
they seldom ever stay
all things come to pass
In my dreams they all come back again, now his spirit haunts the old roadside where it meets, now his spirit haunts the old roadside where it meets
But the work ran out as did my wife, in my dreams they all come back again New, down the new highway
she passed away in 69
Not a shadow or a sound, some dreams are not for catching, in my dreams they all come back again
Not a shadow or a sound, and now i m all alone
Trying to break the ground, he never was alone
he helped to build my home
In my dreams they all come back again, you see it everywhere you turn
Now the mainstreet s dark and silent, they damn near broke their backs, you see it everywhere you turn
and now i m all alone
in my dreams they all come back again
Without a steady income, they seldom ever stay, i wore those burlap britches down a dozen dusty roads
my father came to westville and helped to build the town