The road,

It's home,

At least for now, the rivers low

Wake me, please wake me,

It's cold and warm on the prairie freeway

All the time I needed your approval to be me

All that time spent waiting for the jury duty...

More than ever I needed Mora

More than Mora means...

Be whatever you must be to get by

It's oil, It's wheat, It's soil, It's meat

It's beef!

The road, it's home, the mountain high, river
low...

Wake me, please wake me,

When it's my turn to drive

Only the lonely (and maybe John Denver) know the
Canadian freeway.