On The Road

As I make my way back into the white

Frozen snow in front of my eyes

Weatherman says, "It's gonna be cold today."

As I make my way on the cold, empty streets

Looking at an empty passenger seat

Weatherman says, "Look for a place you can stay."

But I love getting lost on the byways (Byways, yeah)

And I love getting further away

I'm gonna make my way through the dead of the night

To see the falling stars in front of my eyes

Until the morning comes, I'll treasure the miles I will go

'Cause it just feels like I am home when I'm on the road

As I make my way further up on the road

Weatherman says, "People, you better drive slow

You're gonna get a taste of the winter today."

So I make my way on a slippery hill

Snow falling down like a fairy tale

Weatherman says, "Better stay home and be safe."

But I love getting lost on the byways (Byways, yeah)

And I love getting further away

I'm gonna make my way through the dead of the night

To see the falling stars in front of my eyes

Until the morning comes, I'll treasure the miles I will go

'Cause it just feels like I am home when I'm on the road

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'Cause it just feels like I am home when I'm on the road