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.