In the purple haze there's the grains of the ridges in the sunlightThose vineyards and those valleys roll forever way down southOne glimpse of timeless beauty as we thunder down this roadMakes some kind of sense out of living hand to mouthBut I love this road when I miss my homeI guess I was born to ride that white lineBut I love this roadThat red rock ridge, a raging height off the mirror of the plainsThe desert sand turns to paradise with the late December rainIt's the physical condition of emotions that we shareI'd love to have a baby girl but we ain't got time to spendNow while we're on this road when I miss being homeI guess I was born to ride that white lineBut I love this roadI love this roadWhen the rolling's over I pray that brighter loveIs meant to lead a more happy life when I'm back behind a cloudBecause I love this road when I miss being homeI guess I was born to ride that white lineAnd I love this road when I miss my homeI guess I was born to ride that white lineBut I love this roadI love this roadYeah, I love this roadThis roadThis road