Standin' at a rest stop outside Flagstaff Az.
watching all the semi's and travelers in a row
It's startin' to rain harder now a cold chill runs right thru me
they're all going somewhere but, I got nowhere to go

watchin' in slow motion as the metal flys right past me
listening to the whine as the rubber hits the road
following the white line ...... always in a hurry
think they're going somewhere, with nowhere else to go

Traveling thru America, it's all about makin' time
concrete lies before me ......memories close behind
faces, towns and stop lights, the roads all look the same
I guess I'm going nowhere but, I've only me to blame