Standing on the side of the road
I′m searching for, a place to go
You see me standing on the highway
(On the side of the highway)
Don't ask me where I′m going
Because I am not going your way
I'm searching, trying to find my way
So I′m standing at the end of the cross road
And, how could I tell you
Because you don′t really know
See, I have to find my self, and I want to be alone
Don't ask me where I′m going
Because I am not going that way
Because I am trying to find my place
Where I'm suppose to be... When you wake me
Fill my eyes with burning sand
And then tell me, of the story how to get to Sugarland..."