If today was not an endless highway   I today was not a crooked trail   If tomorrow wasn't such a long time   Then lonesome would mean nothing to you at all.      I can't see my reflection in the waters   I can't speak the sounds that show no pain   I can't hear the echo of my footsteps   Or can't remember the sound of my own name.      Yes and only if my own true love was waitin   Yes and if I could hear her heart a-softly pounding   Yes only if she was lying by me   Then I'd lie in my bed once again.      There's beauty in the silver singin' river   There's beauty in the sunrise in the sky   But none of these and nothing else can touch the beauty   That I remember in my true love's eyes.      If today was not an endless highway   If tomorrow wasn't such a long time...