Pearls and swine bereft of me. Long and weary my road has been. I was lost in the cities. Alone in the hills. No sorrow or pity. For the leaving. I feel. I am not your rolling wheels. I am the highway. I am not your carpet ride. I am the sky. Friends and liars. Don't wait for me. Cause I'll get on. All by myself. I'll put millions of miles. Under my heels. And still too close to you. I feel. I am not your rolling wheels. I am the highway. I am not your carpet ride. I am the sky. I am not your blowing wind. I am the lightining. I am not your autumn moon. I am the night