By Max Stalling
[G]Out there on a [C]road tonight there's a [D]boy without a [G]clue
[G]Studying the [C]passing signs and [D]looking for some [G]proof
[G]And somewhere by a [C]fireside there's a [D]girl who's looking [G]too
[G]And outside on [C]the highway she hears [D]passing trucks roll [G]through
Blowing down a street someplace there's a page torn from a book
The last lines of a mystery if anyone would look
And lying in pawnshop there's a novel with no end
Picked up and put right back down time and time again
Chorus:
Well, it's [C]me and it's [D]you and it's [G]true
It's [C]me and it's [D]you and it's [G]true
Way out in a desert plods a traveler all alone
Through driving winds and biting sand keeps pushing on and on
Far off in the distance lies an oasis lush and green
Though it cannot be seen yet the traveler believes
Chorus
Breezes blow some things away and some roads are too long
But sometimes winds of fate put things right where they belong
Someday on a wall somewhere hangs a portrait done in gray
Two people holding hands and smiling back on twists of fate
Chorus
Somewhere on a road tonight there's a boy without a clue
And outside on the highway she hears passing trucks roll through.
[G]Out there on a [C]road tonight there's a [D]boy without a [G]clue
[G]Studying the [C]passing signs and [D]looking for some [G]proof
[G]And somewhere by a [C]fireside there's a [D]girl who's looking [G]too
[G]And outside on [C]the highway she hears [D]passing trucks roll [G]through
Blowing down a street someplace there's a page torn from a book
The last lines of a mystery if anyone would look
And lying in pawnshop there's a novel with no end
Picked up and put right back down time and time again
Chorus:
Well, it's [C]me and it's [D]you and it's [G]true
It's [C]me and it's [D]you and it's [G]true
Way out in a desert plods a traveler all alone
Through driving winds and biting sand keeps pushing on and on
Far off in the distance lies an oasis lush and green
Though it cannot be seen yet the traveler believes
Chorus
Breezes blow some things away and some roads are too long
But sometimes winds of fate put things right where they belong
Someday on a wall somewhere hangs a portrait done in gray
Two people holding hands and smiling back on twists of fate
Chorus
Somewhere on a road tonight there's a boy without a clue
And outside on the highway she hears passing trucks roll through.