I met a friend of spirit
He drank and womanized
And I sat before his sanity
I was holding back from crying

He saw [bad word] And he mirrored me back simplified
And we laughed how our perfection
Would always be denied

"Heart and humor and humility"
He said "Will lighten up your heavy load"
I left him for the refuge of the roads

I fell in with some drifters
Cast upon a beachtown
Winn Dixie cold cuts and
highway hand me downs

And I wound up fixing dinner
For them and Boston Jim
I well up with affection
Thinking back down the roads to then

The nets were overflowing
In the Gulf of Mexico
They were overflowing in the
refuge of the roads

There was spring along the ditches
There were good times in the cities
Oh, radiant happiness
It was all so light and easy

Till I started analyzing
And I brought on my old ways
thunderhead of judgment was
Gathering in my gaze

And it made most people nervous
They just didn't want to know
What I was seeing in the refuge of the roads

I pulled off into a forest
Crickets clicking in the ferns
Like a wheel of fortune
I heard my fate turn, turn turn

And I [bad word] down a white sand road
I [bad word] like a white-assed [bad word] to lose the blues
To the innocence in here

These are the clouds of Michelangelo
Muscular with gods and sungold
Shine on your witness in the
refuge of the roads

In a highway service station
Over the month of June
Was a photograph of the earth [bad word] back from the moon

And you couldn't see a city
On that marbled bowling ball
Or a forest or a highway
Or me here least of all

You couldn't see these cold water restrooms
Or this baggage overload
Westbound and rolling taking
refuge in the roads