I left home when I was 17

I just grew tired of falling down

And I'm sure I was told

The allure of the road would be all I found

And all the answers that I started with

Turned out questions in the end

So years roll on by

And just like the sky, the road never ends

And the people who love me still ask me

"When are you coming back to town?"

And I answer quite frankly

When they stop building roads

And all God needs is gravity to hold me down

And the people who love me still ask me

"When are you coming back to town?"

And I answer quite frankly

When they stop building roads

And there ain't no more highways to be found

And I answer quite frankly

When they stop building roads

And all God needs is gravity to hold me down