I remember some boots,
slowly worn out by time.
By them when I was younger
I was taken from my home.
The dust found on the walking
was swal-lowed on the road.

In train that passing through life,
in a trip with no return-ing,
the path was left behind
as comet tail looking at me.
As roof I had a billion stars
and my dreams as guarantee.

Along the highway, It´s ever all right.
My final point and just my destiny.
The road awaits me, forever finds me.
What happens I don´t give…
cause nothing gets to me.

The truth is that they often
those old boots carried me nowhere.
The moon just used to find me
some nights in another place.
And as well anywhere time
I could see the freedom´s face.

Was the case in my way
until one day you crossed my path.
Your laughter got to target
heavily my waterline.
Your love suddenly scuttled
the journey of my life.

Now I feel lucky
cause we have met and I have you,
but when I am alone
I am pleased when I recall
that was a poor tramp
who I was destined to meet you.
Awaits the road despite I love you.

Along the highway, It´s ever all right.
My final point and just my des-tiny.
The road awaits me, forever finds me.
What happens I don´t give…

Uhm! Along the highway…
Along the highway… It´s long the high-way!