There's a tight journey in this temporary townWind you change, cut east, blowin' dust up off the groundI'm on burnout on Heartland SkyDreams are swingin' on our porch, ganderin' rich linesThere's a mighty mountain of bells on the floorIf it builds up any higher, they'll be burstin' through the doorTear down these walls, let me shiver in the windI'll take it as a sight, a well-timed, inconsiderate godsendI could take your hand and leap across the borderGive a little gas and ride off towards higher groundMake a piece of heaven near some old forgotten townAnd let the world pass by till there's no turning aroundLet the world pass by till there's no turning aroundguitar soloAnd now a white house in the clearingHumming a bluebird songTill the days were hard of hearingAncient blue ridgesJust like big old fencesShelter from the worldKeeping senseless at a distanceI could take your handAnd leap across the borderGive a little gasAnd ride off towards high groundMake a piece of heavenNear some old forgotten townAnd let the world pass byTill there's no turning aroundLet the world pass byTill there's no turning aroundI could take your handAnd leap across the borderGive a little gasAnd ride off towards high groundMake a piece of heavenNear some old forgotten townAnd let the world pass byTill there's no turning aroundLet the world pass byTill there's no turning aroundLet the world pass byTill there's no turning aroundLet the world pass byTill there's no turning aroundLet the world pass byTill there's no turning around