Riding at night through the wind and rain.
Trying to find my way home.
This weary traveler's been gone to long.
I return, never more to roam.
I've seen big city lights and miles of highway.
White lines they never seem to end.
But they light the way to a beautiful place
Back to see my best friend
And this road is lonesome and I'm feeling blue,
And I can't get you off of my mind.
When I get back, babe, I'm gonna stay,
No more to leave you behind.
The silhouette of tree tops they flash by the window.
Been down this road a hundred times before.
I can drive it in my sleep from here to our cabin.
The sign says just twenty miles more.