She startles so quick Like a little bird in a patch of thorns She comes flying out of a dream Back into the room with me with the tv on Under her breath there's still something left of a song Somewhere she thought she'd be Never thinking it would take so long, so long And she's singing all her roadside anthems Singing all her broke down hymns Talking about that golden gate sure sounds handsome Tell me how do we get there This american blood won't let you find no rest Comes running through your veins Like an eight lane highway into the west Hot on the trail where the freedom is real as the miles, oh the miles Never thinking about settling down, Just to catch her breath for a little while, for a little while And she's singing all her roadside anthems Singing all her broke down hymns Talking about that golden gate sure sounds handsome Tell me how do we get there Tell me how do we get there She can hear the voices as they roll by Singing the same song So many voices in harmony Halfway gone, halfway home, home And she's singing her all her roadside anthems Singing all her broke down hymns Talking about that golden gate sure sounds handsome Tell me how do we get there Tell me how do we get there Tell me how do we get there