Call the folks, leave a note

Lock the doors and windows

Pack the truck, here's to luck

Heres to how the wind blows Got the cash, got the gas

Now lose the map and compass

Now read the signs, obey the lines

Follow all your hunches 'Cause now it's just the open road

One small heart and a great big soul that's driving Radio singing low

Just like a true companion

L.A's lights wavy bright

They follow like a lantern Then mornin' comes and desert sun

Rises like redemption

Another day to make your way from answer

Back to question Out here on the open road

One small heart and a great big soul that's driving No set of directions, no shortcuts

Just some empty soda cans, some cigarette butts

The key to traveling light is to

Not need very much Late tonight you'll see the lights

Of a thousand stars above you

And at a roadside stop youll call to talk

To a voice back home that swears to love you But at the sound of the tone

Youll hang up the phone and peel out of that joint

You'll try again, God knows when

At least they got the point They lost you to the open road

One small heart and a great big soul that's driving, driving

Out here on the open road

One small heart and a great big soul that's driving