Out on the highways and the by-ways, all alone

I′m still searching for, searching for my home

Up in the morning, up in the morning out on the roadAnd 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, 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, woe, 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, 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 sarching for, searching for, The Philosopher's Stone