Out there on a road tonight theres a boy without a clue
Studying the passing signs and looking for some proof
And somewhere by a fireside theres a girl whos looking
too
And outside on the highway she hears passing trucks
roll through
Blowing down a street someplace theres a page torn from
a book
The last lines of a mystery if anyone would look
And lying in pawnshop theres a novel with no end
Picked up and put right back down time and time again
Well, its me and its you and its true
Its me and its you and its true
Way out in a desert plods a traveler all alone
Through driving winds and biting sand keeps pushing on
and on
Far off in the distance lies an oasis lush and green
Though it cannot be seen yet the traveler believes
Its me and its you and its true
Its me and its you and its true
Breezes blow some things away and some roads are too
long
But sometimes winds of fate put things right where they
belong
Someday on a wall somewhere hangs a portrait done in
gray
Two people holding hands and smiling back on twists of
fate
Its me and its you and its true
Its me and its you and its true
Somewhere on a road tonight theres a boy without a clue
And outside on the highway she hears passing trucks
roll through.