There’s a lone jet-trail west of the moon Nothing for a thousand miles below A one-pump roadhouse, late afternoon My time is over here, I gotta go
I gotta get back on the road Finish up and pay There’s nothing here as good as a girl I know A thousand miles away I gotta get back on the road To where I want to be I won’t see her till I deliver my load By the light of another day
Outside the highway is parallel To that stroke of chalk above As far as I can tell
There are two reasons come to mind Keep a good man on the run There’s always some complication left behind Somewhere, one day, I’ll find the other one
I gotta get back on the road…
Outside the highway waits, another year Fades and dissipates high in the stratosphere
There’s a lone jet-trail west of the moon Nothing for a thousand miles below A one-pump roadhouse, late afternoon My time is over here, I gotta go