Out on the highways and the byways all alone
I´m still searching for, searching for my home
Up in the morning, up in the morning out on the road

And 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
And I´m 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?
Oh 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, even 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 searching for, searching for the philosopher´s stone