grew up in the back woods of a small town -- my home town    sneak out through the back yard, where the boys would be waiting around    and weíd go creeping and the night was our time    oh i remember the way that the moon would shine       and all of the mischief done and the lessons learned    the times i kicked on through and the times i was burned    and itís not so far that i canít see    theyíre still a part of me       chorus       it's the highest high    itís the paths we fly    itís an unpaved road, itís a rocky ride    and all i can do is shake my head from side to side       she must have been four years older, i was so young -- just fourteen    i saw her staring at me, it was a look i hadnít ever seen    she said be ever so slow as she came around    oh i remember the way that she lay me down       and all of the wonder and the mystery    as i glimpsed the man that i would learn to be    and sheís not so far that i canít find    her with me all the time       chorus       and iím still keeping time    to the things iíve left behind       i fill up the tank as i head west out of town    i turn the radio up to my favorite sound    a guitar strumming with the sound of the wheels on highway 9    and i wonder -- will i remember this day for the rest of time?       chorus