Settled still and lonely in that same corner chair 

Wandering ‘round windows breathing dusty air 

I hear stories of travelers moving on 

I’d follow ’til tomorrow but they’re long gone 

Sweet Morning Vision was all a lie 

That blacktop highway drags me down 

I’m like a ghost in my hometown 

Forget how I’ve hurt you till the next time around 

I’m leaving for the North country now 

I’m sick of dragging my feet on the ground 

Same slow stories and same city sounds 

Don’t know where I’m going or the name of this town 

Take me tomorrow and I’ll come around 

Sweet Morning Vision was all a lie 

That blacktop highway drags me down 

I’m like a ghost in my hometown 

Forget how I’ve hurt you till the next time around 

I’m leaving for the North country now