WALKING HIGHWAY 61

Tears cross the road sign
Looking hard for a change in weather
No time for a cigarette
And a chance to sit with your photograph

Well…
I don’t want to be in the midday sun
Walking Highway 61
I don’t want to be in the midday sun
Walking Highway 61
Come on. Come on

Hard days of reckoning
And I’m making love to your pagan god
Time is a cigarette
And I’m holding things that I want to carry back

Well…
I don’t want to be in the midday sun
Walking Highway 61
I don’t want to be in the midday sun
Walking Highway 61
Come on. Come on

It was only recently
That I said I loved you
It was only eternally
That I knew I loved you
There’s no heart but a heart that really matters
Gets me so much trouble
Makes my fist get tighter
If you can’t see
If you can’t feel
The road is wide open
Road’s wide open

Well…
I don’t want to be in the midday sun
Walking Highway 61
I don’t want to be in the midday sun
Walking Highway 61
Come on. Come on

© 1983 Chris LeRoy New West Crash Music

COME TO ME

I was just a young thing
Had no understanding
Used to lose my head and heart but…
Got up on the wrong day
Right up in the wrong way
Lose my way from the very start but…
I’ve grown up enough to tear that picture apart

Come To Me
Whatever you have heard
I’ve never used that word before, oh I
Come To Me
Whatever kind of lie
I never used to try before, oh I
Come to Me

Come into the right line
Move in the direction
Maybe you can be that someone but..
I could never hold you
Fast to your affections
Maybe I could hold you one day but…
I’ve grown up enough to feel the sun, but why?

Come To Me
Don’t ever breathe a word
I’ve never been what you have heard, oh I…
Come To Me
Before you think I lie
I’ll never make you cry, oh no I…
Come to Me ………………SOLO

Come into the right line
Move in the direction
Maybe you can be that someone but..
I could never hold you
Fast to your affections
Maybe I could hold you one day but…
I’ve grown up enough to feel the sun, but why?

Come To Me
Before I breathe a word
Before I get what you deserve, oh I…
Come To Me
Before you think I lie
Know know I ain’t that kind of guy, oh oh I..
Come to Me

© Chris LeRoy
2004 New West Crash Music/ASCAP