[bad word] to town, ask around, no one knows him,
that's not to say they ain't seen him around
Like a habit familiar and dull,
or a sunbeam just not quite as bold
forgotten way of thinking, that doesn't fit into any mold,
and ends up floating in the lost and found

And ancient secrets still hold sway,
on long lost highways
When you're out there with no sense of time,
you got nothing to lose, and everything to find [bad word] to town, ask around, no one's seen him,
that's not to say he don't wanna be seen
And like the infinite scope of the sky,
or a stirring of stillness, with no question why
The songs stuck in your head, no matter how hard you try
you just don't quite know what it means

And ancient secrets still hold sway,
on long lost highways
When you're living without a dime,
you got nothing to lose, and everything to find [bad word] to town, ask around, try and find him,
oh but asking wont do you no good
And if every door [bad word] to is locked,
simply reach out and give a knock
You can let yourself in, but don't expect to find him
'cause it was you, you were looking for all along

And ancient secrets still hold sway,
on long lost highways
Like an outlaw ain't got no crime,
Well you got nothing to lose, and everything to find