He left Boston in December for New Mexico
Determined to forget all of the faces hed known
A little lonesome and a world of troubled mind
With a bed roll on his shoulder and a banjo on his knee
He would hitch a ride with truckers, he believed them to be free
Eighteen-wheelers roll a little further down the line
He did not meet a girl in Richmond nor in old San Antone
His vision of the Southwest would be realized alone
Alone to wonder how his life had gone thus far

“The walkup you can hear leading into the chorus can be played like this:”

E———
B———
G———
D———
A—–7-4-
E-0-4—–

Chorus 1:
As he walked along the highway
He felt a power from inside
He found a miracle of living
In having nothing left to hide

He walked Carlsbad to White Sands for forty days and nights
But it only took ten minutes for that man to realize
Lord, its lonesome everywhere

Nananona, Nananona, Nananona, nanano
Nananona, Nananona, Nananona, nanano, yeah, yeah

Hes walking down the road he says

Nananona, Nananona, Nananona, nanano

Nananona, Nananona, Nananonam, nanano

Now hes living back in Boston teaching English in high school
Glad to have bi-weekly wages, Glad the kids all think hes cool
Hes a man who has learned from where hes been
He keeps a bottle full of white sand on his table down the hall
And a worn map of New Mexico thumb-tacked on the wall
Oh, you never know He may need to go again

Chorus 1

Chorus 2:
As he walks along the hallway
He feels that power swell up from inside
And finds a miracle of living
In having nothing left to hide

Chorus
Oh, its a miracle