Silent pictures of far-away scenes
Familiar features of places I've never been
I've never smelled the prairie grass. Memories are made to last
For those who've never been there dreams will do
I've never walked the highway with you
Roadside motels, neon letters shining far
Small town hotels, beer in crowded music bars
A Mustang, red, convertible, red sunsets, balmy nights, and still
The radio's playing James Taylor in a loop
I never drove the highway with you
Daddy, when I told you about the dream I had, you smiled and said, it seems I had the same idea as you
We laughed and high-fived dreams we share and in our minds, we went to Carolina; and I realised it, too
I want to hit the highway with you
Silent pictures of far-away scenes
Familiar pictures of places in our dreams
But dreams are memories gone astray, and I believe I'll see the day
When you and I will make this dream come true
And I'll hit the highway with you