A hundred miles to go, maybe more.
Rolling wheels,
they keep the score.
Back roads and blue skies, that's where I'll be.
Chasing the wind, feeling wild and free.
No map,
no plan, just the open air.
Back roads and blue skies,
I'll meet you there.
Radio static singing out of tune.
Stars lighting up like a neon room.
My shadows dancing in the headlights glow.
Where I'm headed,
I don't need to know.
Heart like a compass,
spinning around.
I'll find my way where the lost get found.
Back roads and blue skies, that's where I'll be.
Chasing the wind, feeling wild and free.
No map, no plan, just the open air.
Back roads and blue skies,
I'll meet you there.
Let the gravel talk beneath my tires.
Every turn's a spark,
every mile's a fire.
The past fades away in the rearview glass.
On these back roads,
I'm free at last.