These billboards here can drive you insane.
Move on over into the passing lane,
Keep the foot on the pedal,
Eyes on the lines
And your mind under control.
There are lies on the radio,
On every frequency that I go to.
Seems they think I must've just forgot about Rock n' Roll.

This great road here leads away from Hell,
Locked my keys in the car, outside of the Taco Bell.
So many words are lingering on,
People say so many damn things...
Exxon, Chevron, Texaco,
Gas station coffee gets you ready to go
Cross the country, through the desert
To the ocean, through the fire,
Through the pain that memory brings.

I'll pay a visit to all those I know,
Sure as the traffic flows
Like stones in a river
We cut a path right across the Great Divide.
All my friends across this land:
Sing out, walk proud, break down, clap hands!
Some have been through Hell,
Some are doing real well,
Some have given birth,
Some died.

You don't have to call
We don't gotta talk at all,
I'll just keep on this roll.....
They're building bigger everyday
If you can, better get out of the way
And protect your lonesome soul.

The world is moving on,
But I will stay awhile
On the sunlit highway miles,
In the time of youth.
The Earth is passing on.
All things are dying young
But I will carry on
In memory of a quiet time
And simple truth.

Well, the further and faster that you drive
The more you're gonna see of the countryside.
Telephone poles mark the sign of the cross
Along a million miles of wire.
Angry spirits calling out from the badlands
Blackened bones at the scene of the last stand.
Smoke in the sunset, I think over there
There's a farmhouse on fire.

Over time, mistakes are easy to forget
And then it happens again goddamn it,
How many times will it take to remember?
How many times will it take to remember?
The beauty of change is the highway song,
And all summer we've been singing along,
From California to New Mexico
In the warm heart of September.

It's a long, old road.
O God, where does it go?

The world is moving on,
But I will stay awhile
On the sunlit highway miles,
In the time of youth.
The Earth is passing on.
All things are dying young
But I will carry on
In memory of a quiet time
And simple truth