there's a hole in my pocket, about sky size,
The hope keeps ebbing on, I pray everything keeps being alright.

Smiling faces on the road,
a million gifts I find on the road afar,
I wait for the leaves to dry,
I wait for the skies to be all right.

I think to myself, I make build my dreams,
I paint the rainbows in multiple streams of all colors and hues.
I roll on, on the road along,
I drive on, on a way leading to me.