The highway's worn on me, can't tell a friend from enemyAs I ride from show to show, with no plan on how I'll goGo ahead and delve in the north, I won't be home for quite a while nowI hear the road now calls me son, and I'm not its only oneWon't someone tell me straight, can someone say to my faceWell, I'll head on down the line for a soul like mineOne day my hair will turn to greyOne day my hair will turn to greyOne day my hair will turn to greyAnd my face will show my ageWill things settle down for me?Will I still be wild and free?As I'll be rolling down the linesPushing towards neon signsWith that sound in small stagesWith no end in sightWon't someone tell me straightCan someone say to my faceWell, I'll head on down the line for a soul like mineWell, I always want the roadWell, I dream of it in fearLet it take me in the nightAnd I might simply disappearWon't someone tell me straightCan someone say to my faceWill someone say to my faceWell, I'll head on down the line for a soul like mineFor a soul like mineFor a soul like mineyou