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.