Lately it's the mornings when I miss her most of all
I miss her laughter, so long after that laughter's gone
There's no comfort in these tears that I cry
Wish I could find just one person to tell me why

I just want to wake up underneath that open sky
Just want to feel something real before I die

Lately it's the evenings when I really feel the years
All my sorrows, all my joys, all my fears
I hear children singing songs, playing games
They don't know that growing up is learning pain

I just want to wake up underneath that open sky
Just want to feel something real before I die

I don't know where I'm going
I've got miles and miles yet to run
Won't you follow me on the highway to the Sun?
Won't you follow me on the highway to the Sun?

Copyright: Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Ray LaMontagne