This Road

The purple haze veils the greens of the ridges in the sunlight

Those vineyards and those valleys roll forever way down south

One glimpse of timeless beauty as we thunder down this road

Make some kind of sense out of this living hand to mouth

But I love this road

When I miss my home

I guess I was born to ride that white line

But I love this road

That red rock red rears its raging height off the mirror of the plains

The desert sand turns to paradise with the late December rain

It's the physical condition of emotion that we share

I'd love to have a baby girl, but we ain't got time to spare

Not while we're on this road

When I miss being home

I guess I was born to ride that white line

But I love this road

I love this road

Yeah, I love this road

And when the rollings over, a prayer that pride allows

This man to lead a happy life when I'm back behind that plough

Because I love this road

When I miss being home

I guess I was born to ride that white line

And I love this road

When I miss my home

I guess I was born to ride that white line

But I love this road

I love this road

Yeah, I love this road

This road