written by Steve Gillette and Charles John Quarto corrections welcome. INTRO: E A E A E A Lookin' out this evening named it for myself B7 A E Can't tell what's missing and what's mine A I only know I'm leaving and an easy farewell B7 E It's hard to tell what else I'll leave behind CHORUS: E E7 But it seems to me, at a time like this A B7 Only silence can say what is real E B7 A E7 Crying don't even come close to the way that I feel Some dreams are not for sleeping, some nights are not for rest Some stories are better left inside I'll keep on believing that it's all been for the best Let the beckoning highway provide CHORUS E B7 A E A B7 E (let ring) Cryin' don't even come close to the way that I feel