There’s a lone jet-trail west of the moon
 Nothing for a thousand miles below
 one-pump roadhouse, late afternoon
 My time is over here, I gotta go

 I gotta get back on the road
 Finish up and pay
 There’s nothing here as good as a girl I know
 thousand miles away
 I gotta get back on the road
 To where I want to be
 I won’t see her till I deliver my load
 By the light of another day

 Outside the highway is parallel
 To that stroke of chalk above
 As far as I can tell

 There are two [bad word] to mind
 Keep a good man on [bad word]  There’s always [bad word] left behind
 Somewhere, one day, I’ll find the other one

 I gotta get back on the road…

 Outside the highway waits, another year
 Fades and dissipates high in the stratosphere

 There’s a lone jet-trail west of the moon
 Nothing for a thousand miles below
 one-pump roadhouse, late afternoon
 My time is over here, I gotta go

 I gotta get back on the road…