Though the morning sun kicks off the day,
through the pines it carves its way,
dusty boots and wheels that hum,
journey starts, the miles succumb,
river whispers soft and low,
it winds along the paths I go,
fields of gold and skies so wide,
the open road's my only guide,
high on these roads the world feels near,
every turn's a song crystal clear,
step by step the trail unfolds,
a story spinning as it's told,
rolling hills that chase the sun,
the air is sweet,
the work is fun,
a singing bird
joins in my tune,
hilltops bathe in the glow of noon,
yesterday's worries far behind,
freedom's rhythm fills my mind,
the steady beat of my own stride,
brings the peace that won't subside,
high
on these
roads the world feels near,
every turn's a song crystal clear,
step by step
the trail unfolds,
a story spinning as it's told,
high on these roads the world feels
near,
every turn's a song crystal clear,
step by step the trail unfolds, a story spinning
as it's told.