Miracle of Living

Well, he left Boston in December for New Mexico
Determined to forget all of the faces he'd known
A little lonesome in a world of troubled minds
With a bedroll on his shoulder and a banjo on his knee
He would hitch a ride with truckers he believed to be free
Eighteen wheelers roll a little further down the line

He did not meet a girl in Richmond or in old San Antone
His vision of the Southwest would be realized alone
Alone to wonder how his life had gone thus far

And as he walked along the highway
He felt a power from inside
And found the miracle of living
In having nothing left to hide

He walked from Carlsbad to White Sands for forty days and nights
But it only took ten minutes for that man to realize
That, Lord, it's lonesome everywhere
Everywhere, I mean everywhere
He sang

Now he's living back in Boston, teaching English in high school
Glad to have bi-weekly wages, glad the kids all think he's cool
He's a man, he's a man who's learned from where he's been
He keeps a bottle full of White Sands on his dresser in the hall
And a worn map of New Mexico thumb tacked on the wall
Oh, you never know, you never know
He may need to go again

And as he walked along the highway
He felt a power from inside
And found the miracle of living
In having nothing left to hide
And as he walks along the hallways
He feels that power swell up from inside
And finds the miracle of living
In having nothing left to hide