Out on the highways and the by-ways, all alone
I′m still searching for, searching for my home
Up in the morning, up in the morning out on the roadAnd my head is aching and my hands are cold
And I'm looking for the silver lining, silver lining in the clouds
And I′m searching for, searching for The Philosopher's Stone
And it's a hard road, it′s a hard road daddy-o
When my job is turning lead into gold
He was born in the back street, born in the back street, Jelly Roll
I′m on the road again and I'm searching for The Philosopher′s Stone
Can you hear that engine, woe, can you hear that engine drone?
Well, I'm on the road again and I′m searching for, searching for The Philosopher's Stone
(...)
Up in the morning, up in the morning
When the streets are white with snow
It′s a hard road, it's a hard road, daddy-o
Up in the morning, up in the morning, out on the job
Well, you've got me searching for, searching for, The Philosopher′s Stone
Even my best friends, my best friends they don′t know
That my job is turning lead into gold
When you hear that engine, when you hear that engine drone
I'm on the road again and I′m searching for
The Philosopher's Stone
(...)
It′s a hard road, even my best friends they don't know
And I′m sarching for, searching for, The Philosopher's Stone
