text: I’m going away
  I’m going away
  I’m going away
  I’m going away
  The cradle wants a baby, kitchen wants a pan
  The heart wants a certain kind of lover, if it can
  The ocean wants a sailor, a gun wants a hand
  Money wants a spender and the road wants a man
  Ill turn my face to the highway
  Ill turn my face to the highway
  Ill turn my face to the highway
  And Ill turn my back on you
  Devil wants a sinner, the sky wants a bird
  The table wants the dinner and the lips want a word
  Glass wants the wine, a fist wants to hurt
  A clock wants the time and the shovel wants to work
  Ill turn my face to the highway
  Ill turn my face to the highway
  Ill turn my face to the highway
  And Ill turn my back on you
  I’m going away
  I’m going away
  Im going away
  Im going away
  Im going away
  Im going away
  Coal wants a miner, soldier takes a stand
  The walls of the prison want a solitary man
  The window wants a curtain, the plow wants the land
  Diamond ring wants to fit upon the finger of her hand
  Ill turn my face to the highway
  Ill turn my face to the highway
  Ill turn my face to the highway
  And Ill turn my back on you
  Going away
  I’m going away
  I’m going away
  Im going away
  Im going away
  Im going away
  Im going away
  Im going away
  Im going away
  Im going away
  Im going away
  Im going away