 I'm on the highway, engine bi-ways
All alone
I'm still searching for, searching for my home
Up in the morning, up in the morning
Out on the road
And my head is aching, and my hands are cold
And I'm looking for the silver lining
Silver lining in the clouds
Yet I'm searching for, yet I'm searching for
The Philosopher's Stone
And it's a hard road, it's a hard road
Daddy-O
When my job is turning lead into gold
I was born in the backstreet, born in the backstreet
Jally-Ro
I'm on the road again and I'm searching for the Philosopher's Stone
Can you hear that engine?
Lord can you hear that engine drone?
Well I'm on the road again
And I'm searching for, searching for the Philosopher's Stone
Up in the morning, up on the morning
When the streets are white with snow
It's a hard road, it's a hard road
Daddy-O
Up in the morning, up in the morning
Out on the job
Well they got me searching for, searching for
The Philosopher's Stone
Even my best friends, even my best friends
They don't know
That my job is turning lead into gold
Can you hear that engine, can you hear that engine drone?
I'm on the road again, and I'm searching
For the Philosopher's Stone
It's a hard road, even my best friends they don't know
That I'm searching for, searching for
The Philosopher's Stone
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