Driving through the streets,
Like a banshee in the night.
I've got nowhere to be,
And the road goes on.

A covered rearview mirror;
There is no looking back.
Just knuckles, sore and white,
And the road goes on.

New streets discovered;
Avenues never taken
Meet corners I've never been to,
And the road goes on.

I glimpse a wraith behind me,
But this car moves only forward,
Past repeating street lamps,
And the road goes on.

Headlights cut through fog,
But not quite well enough.
I can only see so far,
And the road goes on.

And the road goes on.