Lyrics:
I'm goin' away (x4)The cradle wants a babyThe kitchen wants a panThe heart wants a certain kind of lover if it canThe ocean wants a sailorThe gun wants a handThe money wants a spenderAnd the road wants a manI turn my face to the highway (x3)And I turn my back on youThe devil wants a sinnerThe sky wants a birdThe table wants a dinnerAnd the lips want herThe glass wants a wineThe fist wants to hurtThe clock wants the timeAnd the show wants the wordI turn my face to the highway (x3)And I turn my back on youI'm goin' away (x4)The coal wants a minerThe soldier takes a standThe walls of the prison want a solitary manThe window wants a curtainThe plow wants a lambDiamond ring wants to fit upon the finger of her handI turn my face to the highway (x3)And I turn my back on youI'm goin' away (x14)