If today was not an endless highway

I today was not a crooked trail

If tomorrow wasn't such a long time

Then lonesome would mean nothing to you at all.


I can't see my reflection in the waters

I can't speak the sounds that show no pain

I can't hear the echo of my footsteps

Or can't remember the sound of my own name.


Yes and only if my own true love was waitin

Yes and if I could hear her heart a-softly pounding

Yes only if she was lying by me

Then I'd lie in my bed once again.


There's beauty in the silver singin' river

There's beauty in the sunrise in the sky

But none of these and nothing else can touch the beauty

That I remember in my true love's eyes.


If today was not an endless highway

If tomorrow wasn't such a long time...