Shawn Mullins - Yellow Dog Song

There is a young man
Driving an old man's car
Down the Pennsylvania Turnpike
Where the treetops meet the stars
There is a warm wind
Blowin' down the lost highway
And he don't know where he's goinIt don't matter anyway

Cause the dreams pass through his mind
Like the years he'll never find

There is an old man
Night shift at the Stop-N-Go
He reads his dirty magazines
And mops the bathroom floor
He's lived a hard life
He lost a digit in the war He keeps one hand on the shotgun
And both feet on the floor

And the old dreams fill his head
When he lays down in his bed
(Sometimes that's all you got left)

There is a pretty girl
Walking a yellow dog
Right down Dekalb Avenue
Where the MARTA meets the fog
There is a wild wind
Blowin' down the old railway
And I wonder she's goinShe walks by every day

Yeah I wonder where she's goin'...