Lyrics
The highway hums beneath my wheels
A ribbon stretched through endless fields
Mountains rise, then fade behind
Every mile, a piece of time
Dusty towns and café signs
The road is where I draw the line
Rolling across the land
With nothing but the wheel in my hand
Sky so wide, I understand
Freedom's not a place, it's a plan
Rolling across the land
A diner booth, some coffee black
A waitress asks if I'll be back
I smile and shrug, don't tell her no
I'm chasing something I don't know
The stars at night, they light my way
Guiding me where words can't say
Every turn, a brand-new face
Every mile, a fleeting grace
Rolling across the land
With nothing but the wheel in my hand
Sky so wide, I understand
Freedom's not a place, it's a plan
Rolling across the land
Some call it running, some call it free
But the road feels like home to me