Going Going Gone - The Felice Brothers

There’s a home up in the sky

I’m gonna climb to it by and by

I’m gonna walk these yellow lines

Till they turn to golden vines

I’m going, going, gone

I remember your eyes were soft

In the doorway as you saw me off

You said we’re young and I’ll admit

But we ain’t that innocent

I’m going, going, gone

Black cloud falling on a field

Throwing rain on my windshield

But it don’t matter cause I left behind

The type of vision that rain can blind

I’m going, going, gone

Can’t keep no steady job

With an unsteady mind, my God

So I’m gonna walk these yellow lines

Till they turn to golden vines