these roads are made for walking though the blistered feet are talking round the barrel grab a seat oh the stories that we ll meet so the man begins his tale our expressions growing pale and the crickets with their song begging us to join along when the miles begin their walking and the trees begin their talking swing on round the merry go round married girls in snowy sound birds are singing hallelujah but those tunes are bound to fool ya everything as it should be oh infinite mystery more than fiction meets the eye for it tells a seeing story who really wants the glory we will burn them in a fury paper guns and paper hats when they burn they all burn black and we remember all we are broken boxes burned and charred when the miles begin their walking and the trees begin their talking swing on round the merry go round married girls in snowy sound birds are singing hallelujah but those tunes are bound to fool ya everything as it should be oh infinite mystery when the miles begin their walking and the trees begin their talking swing on round the merry go round married girls in snowy sound birds are singing hallelujah but those tunes are bound to fool ya everything as it should be oh infinite mystery 