Waiting up in downtownnStaring down that trainnFixing for the 6:15 to pick him up againnOne more timenDown that tracknTo see if he can can make it backnOne more time for him to find peace of mindnnS'like a roman candle in the skynThere's nothing better than the highnWhen you go and leave it all behindnAnd get back out on the road againnnThe other day i listened to a dear good friend of minenDepict how he seemed to be lost in his own mindnSaid, My world is getting smallernand the walls are closing in.nI said, Don't worry man,nIt's somewhere we've all been.nnS'like a roman candle in the skynThere's nothing better than the highnWhen you go and leave it all behindnAnd get back out on the road againnnThe world starts getting hazynFrom breathing plastic liesnBut they might help to make it easy on the eyesnAnd if she might pass you bynYou will find higher lowsnBut don't worry mannThat's just how it goesnnS'like a roman candle in the skynThere's nothing better than the highnWhen you go and leave it all behindnAnd get back out on the road againn