Sometimes I find myselftraveling a highwayWondering which way to I ought to goRoadmap is wearyroad signs are hazyBut my brothers are beside meon the roadThe radio is onthe sun is setting slowlyHigh wires sing and galaxies explodeAnd in the growing darknessWe share our stories, share our loadWe're a band we're a manwe're on the roadI've traveled on the road and don't know where it goesI've traveled narrow streets and freeways to the coastAnd still we travel on wherever the road goesWe go together we arestill on the roadThousands of us, millions of ustravel on the roadThere are many lanes and exitson the waySome of us go and some of us staystay traveling on the roadon the roadThousands of us, millions of us still on the road