Have I got everything? Am I ready to go? Is it gonna be wild, is it gonna be the best time Or am I just a-saying so? Am I ready to go? What do I hear when I say I hear the call of the road?
I think it started with driving More speed, more deals, more sky, more wheels More things to leave behind Now its all in a day for the modern mind So I am traveling again Calling this the ghost town, and where is the heart land And I'm afraid, was there any good reason That I had to go, when all I know is I can never come back?
Traveling I made a friend, he hand a trouble in his head And all he could say's that he knew that the bottle Drank the woman from his bed, From his bed. He said "I'm not gonna lose that way again." But sober is just like driving More joy, more dread, someone turns her head And smiles and disappears He's gotta take like it is, and it goes too fast And he is just like me, caught in-between No Sage advisor Does weary mean wiser? And someday will I sing the mountains that carried me away away From home and hometown boys like you?
Yeah, what about us? Was it really that bad? Oh its hard to believe I want a highway road stop More than all the times we had On little dirt roads. What am I reaching for that's better than a hand to hold? It really was about driving Not fame, not wealth, not driving away from myself It's just myself drove away from me And now I gotta get it back, and goes so fast so I am traveling again Sitting at the All-night, picking up a pen And I'm afraid, was there any good reason That I had to go, when all I know is I am all alone again And you are the ghost town, and I am the heart land And I can say that's a very good reason That I had to go, but now all I know is I can never come back. An I will never go back.