Now and then it keeps you running   It never seems to die   The trail's spent with fear   Not enough living on the outside      Never seem to get far enough   Staying in between the lines   Hold on to what you can   Waiting for the end   Not knowing when      May the wind take your troubles away   May the wind take your troubles away   Both feet on the floor, two hands on the wheel,   May the wind take your troubles away      Trying to make it far enough, to the next time zone   Few and far between past the midnight hour   Never feel alone, you're really not alone      Switching it over to AM   Searching for a truer sound   Can't recall the call letters   Steel guitar and settle down   Catching an all-night station somewhere in Louisiana   It sounds like 1963, but for now it sounds like heaven      May the wind take your troubles away   May the wind take your troubles away   Both feet on the floor, two hands on the wheel,   May the wind take your troubles away      May the wind take your troubles away   May the wind take your troubles away