My thoughts are with you from so far awaynI think I knownwhat you’ve been throughnthe gentle breeze rolls on from day to daynbut the storm clouds loomnand seem to follow younnThe highway’s rise and fall but still remainnas a way to runnfrom what you’re supposed to donand stops along the way invite a smilenbut in the endnthey only leave you bluennyesterday’s they pile on one anotherntill tomorrow seems to just get in the waynbut there’s so much that a river passes byntonight I cry the Steve Earle bluesnnGot nothing to prove to those of us who knownthat the soul can burnnwith just a mark or twonthat whistle cries as the train makes it wayndownboundncutting right through younnhighway boys are slowly disappearingnmost have gone to sample something newnthere’s so much that a river passes bynso tonight I cry the Steve Earle blues