Headed north up 65 , watching trees change color
Miles just fly on by, I'm heading back towards Colorado
And I'll breath that west coast air, no tellin' where I'll sleep again
This spirit takes me farther, down this road that never ends
  
     And my shadow sometimes leaves me, and I can't see too clear
      But this yellow line I'm riding,  it always gets me there.

Keep on pushing every mile , this road is my home
Make my living just running , like I was born to roam
With guitar in my hand , and breath in my chest
I hit the ground running , like there's no tomorrows left