Rhythm of the Road

The rhythm of the road
Along that river flowing
Never knowing where we’re going, but where we’ve been
And the white lights keep on winding
This road that is reminding we may never feel the same again
Riding round the bend of the winding red dirt trail
The sun it softly sinks below the trees
And that sweet home sense is calling
As the nighttime begins falling
Wherever I hang my head up, all my home
The rhythm of the road
Along that river flowing
Never knowing where we’re going, but where we’ve been
And white lights keep on winding
This road that is reminding we may never feel the same again
Rolling with the wind on a lonesome mountain
I feel the steel rumble in my bones
I hear the whistle in the distance
And I give up my resistance
There ain’t no sense in trying to stop a train
Traveling by foot along the highway to freedom
When wondrous blue sky turns to gray
I see no sign of shelter
And the thunder god I felt her
I will find my things, for I will make my way
The rhythm of the road
Along that river flowing
Never knowing where we’re going, but where we’ve been
And white lights keep on winding
This road that is reminding we may never feel the same again