Robbie Robertson
Resurrection

When you grow up on blue highways

And that's what you call home

All the people would stop and stare

At this old orphan of the road

In the beginning they did not believe me

But they believe me now

Tell my mama and tell my papa

I wish they could see me now

I'm coming back

For the resurrection, for the resurrection

I'm coming back

For the resurrection, for the resurrection

You're an outcast in a land of strangers

And that's a cardinal sin

Make a break for the outside world

And they won't let you in

If you get lost out on Coney Island

Tell all my friends hello

That's where I learned the rules of the game

They taught me all I know

I'm coming back

For the resurrection, for the resurrection

I'm coming back

For the resurrection, for the resurrection

You were drowning in a sea of laughter

Tears were in your eyes

When you found out what you were after

I could see your spirit rise

I'm coming back

For the resurrection, for the resurrection

I'm coming back

For the resurrection, for the resurrection

Are we, are we, are we coming back?

For the resurrection, for the resurrection, yeah

Coming back


Mirror lyrics:

Coming back

For the resurrection, for the resurrection, yeah

Are we, are we, are we coming back?

For the resurrection, for the resurrection

I'm coming back

For the resurrection, for the resurrection

I'm coming back

I could see your spirit rise

When you found out what you were after

Tears were in your eyes

You were drowning in a sea of laughter

For the resurrection, for the resurrection

I'm coming back

For the resurrection, for the resurrection

I'm coming back

They taught me all I know

That's where I learned the rules of the game

Tell all my friends hello

If you get lost out on Coney Island

And they won't let you in

Make a break for the outside world

And that's a cardinal sin

You're an outcast in a land of strangers

For the resurrection, for the resurrection

I'm coming back

For the resurrection, for the resurrection

I'm coming back

I wish they could see me now

Tell my mama and tell my papa

But they believe me now

In the beginning they did not believe me

At this old orphan of the road

All the people would stop and stare

And that's what you call home

When you grow up on blue highways


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