The Lost Highway

The dead silence and the night is blind
My home perhaps lies far away
Road lies ahead and road far behind
My footsteps on this lost highway.

The cars and the buses are on a strike
No horns and roars do i hear
A lone ranger is on an endless hike
Bliss of solitude is all I bear.

No longer the street lamps are human slave
They don't burn their heart to show our way
Probably enjoying the ecstasy of the grave
While in darkness, I walk through the lsot highway.

Tonight I can live a dream to its depth
a dream that i had when i was young
Remembering the words of the ancient myth
I sing the glory of the vagabonds song.

Not a turn do I take , not an alley do i seek
Nor a friend to love, or a foe to hate
Enjoying the mysterious lush in the bleak
The darkness of night is my fate.

But soon upon the horizon as dawn arrives
and light slowly fades away the gloom
silently somewhere the enigma dies
ahead of me lies the world of doom.

Now I see the world from where i started
The usual traffic triumphing as ever
somewhere,somtime the lone ranger departed
as the lost highway was lost forever.