Soft whir of wheels, Wind from the south, Cut strait through the mountain, On the road home. It's dark as it could be, Out in the wild, Perpetual rhythm, My ears and eyes.
A natural lifeline, A Travelers friend, A table of bounty, Taken in stride. It's freedom in finding, A masterful mind, Oh the places you'll go, The faces you'll find.
Making time, In the night, Making time tonight.
It's written in romance, The wide open road, And sought by the many, Though ever a trail. A light for the weary, Is cast in the dark, Ever on till the dawn, And strait to the mark.
Making time, In the night, Making time tonight.
Round these eyes, Round these eyes, Round these eyes, Aaaaaahhhhhhhhh
