Westward Bound

Packed a suitcase, sold the rest Couldn't wait to leave that town US Highway rolling west With all the windows down Turns out I'm not a city girl I miss the trees and sky and ground I need to see what part of me I lost can still be found Going westward-bound Going westward-bound Stop for breakfast in the middle of west Texas At a diner stuck in time Where old men read the paper, drink their coffee black Every morning of their lives The waitress knows them all by name Got their orders memorized This is the America That the Interstate left behind Going westward-bound Going westward-bound Pass the corn fields and the UFO museum Little churches washed in white With names like Holy Restoration Tabernacle of Eternal Life In the mountains of New Mexico I cross the Great Divide Flip through the empty radio And drive on through the night I got a million miles on this car, what's a thousand more Traveling so light that I might soar Going westward-bound, westward-bound Westward-bound Gotta get lost if you're gonna get found Going westward-bound