I find that the freedom of the road,
It served me best.
And I've come to find that I,
Can hit the ground running,
So climb high and strive,
For the road that serves you best.
Always reaching for something out of sight.
And even with these things you try to break me,
But I'm holding on.
For how long I don't know.
And you so selfishly say,
That you can change me.
And so you helplessly break,
All the bonds that chain me.
I find that the freedom of the road,
It served me best.
And I've come to find that I,
Can hit the ground running,
So climb high and strive,
For the road that serves you best.
Always reaching for something out of sight.
Always reaching for something I can't find.
We wear these expectations on our shoulders,
But we won't show it.
No, we'll never show it.
And I know we're fool hearty at best.
But how could you expect anything less?
(I'm always reaching for something I can't find)
I find that the freedom of the road,
It served me best.
And I've come to find that I,
Can hit the ground running,
So climb high and strive,
For the road that serves you best.
Always reaching for something out of sight.
Always reaching for something I can't,
That I can't find.