These highways work forever
It seems they will never end
Making me live, making me old
Well, I bet I can tell you some stories that never told you
And they highways, they run forever
It seems they will never end
And every time I turn around
I'm on another road again
I've lived in motels, never knowing a soul
And sometimes this life is worth living for sure it gets old
I met many women, I saw many lying eyes
And I made some happy, I made some cry
And they highways, they run forever
It seems they will never end
And every time I turn around
I'm on another road again, oh again
Every time I turn around
I'm on another road again
