It's been a while since I'm on the road
Don't know where I go, but I don't want to stop
Got a big old suitcase in the trunk
Got my freedom - can go forward, can turn back
Got no place to stay, got no raincoat
Come on boy! You gotta be home
Asking questions: "Am I right?"
Well there's still something I didn't find, I didn't find
This is something books are about
Finally it got into my mind
I'm pretty sure it's worth looking for
It's big and heavy and can't get in the door
A chest of road dust
All covered in rust
Got nothing inside
That's what I gotta find
Still I feel I'm on the right track
Peace of mind in the black of the night
Found a friend to be by my side
Beg, beg, begging for another ride
A chest of road dust
All covered in rust
Got nothing inside
That's what I gotta find