Bits and pieces you offered Of your life; I didn’t think they meant a lot, Or said much for you. And all the chances to follow Didn’t make a lot of sense when stacked against The choices you made.
For yours was the open road, The bitter song, the heavy load That I couldn’t share Though the offer was there Every time you turned around.
Now, it’s not like you made out To hang around, although you know I made some sounds To show that I cared. And when it looked like you heard the call I didn’t say a lot, although I could’ve said Much more, had I dared.
But yours was the open road, The bitter song, the heavy load That I couldn’t share Though the offer was there Every time you turned around.
And if I had followed A little ways, because we’re friends you would have made me Welcome out there. But we both know it’s just as well, 'Cause some can go, but some are meant to stay behind, And it’s always that way.
And yours is the open road, The bitter song, the heavy load That I’ll never share, Though the offer’s still there Every time you turn around.
And yours is the open road, The bitter song, the heavy load That I’ll never share, Though the offer’s still there Every time you turn around. Every time you turn around. Every time you turn around.