If we all view the world through an empty glass does it mean that we're doomed to fail We're not that much different than those who have died buried deep in the trails still i can't tell is this heaven or hell? my heaven is rest in her eyes as we fly through the snow with adventure in tow and our freedom to comfort our hearts
CHORUS These hills are still rolling and our hopes are still high please may we wonder these roads till we die and when we pass on may we find that there's roads in the sky these hills are still rolling our hopes are still high please may we travel these roads for the rest of our lives and together we'll drive through the night
The roads that we ride on aren't gold I'm afraid caught in a maelstrom of sickness and rage but i wouldn't want it any other way well hey just keep on movin' kid if you never slow down they won't know what you did so pick up a guitar and let head somewhere far far away the initial reaction was one of attraction anxiety lessened on stage the initial reaction the complete satisfaction the road was at war with his rage
sound the drum it's time to roll where we're goin' may we never know let's just go far away and when the sun goes down we'll all be gone in every direction away we will run I'm missin' the highway so give me you hand and I'll take you away from this place