Written on one of the most exciting road trips I've ever taken,
returning to Brooklyn after "scouting out the land" in Boston,
where I would find myself - and the Lord - mere weeks away.

Headed west on eighty four
I can feel a whole new story coming over me
I can see it in the sky, and I smell it in the pines along the way
    Oh daylight is only a night away
Headed west on eighty four
I can feel a whole new story coming over me
    In the wee hours... in my mind

Headed south on ninety one
Trying to catch the morning sun from New York City
It's a pity you can't be sitting here alongside me
    Riding together... sharing our favorite songs

    It's a long, long way from the haze of yesterday
    To the dream that, come tomorrow, I might find
Headed south on ninety one
Trying to catch the morning sun from New York City
    In the wee hours... in my mind

         Leaving yesterday behind me, and tomorrow out of sight
         I could live this way forever, but I only have tonight
         With the moon and stars to guide me, and a full wind in my sail
         Lord Jehovah watching over me, I simply cannot fail
         I have all I own here with me, and the leaves are falling down
         There are distant voices calling me, I hear their lonesome sound
         There may be a good life waiting, there may be more tears and pain
         Who's to say? We might never meet again

    Riding together... sharing our favorite songs
    It's a long, long way from the haze of yesterday
    To the dream that, come tomorrow, I might find
Headed south on ninety one
Trying to catch the morning sun from New York City
    In the wee hours... in my mind