This old road I’m traveling on
Is down to one lane and that lane is slow
The only ones to ever pass
Head straight for the exit, bout out of gas

With so much white hair, blowing in the wind
Little notion I care less about traffic jams
With nowhere to be and nowhere to go
I’ll stay on this road and go it alone

The seat beside me that once held my love
Now holds the mystery of what’s yet to come So much has changed in the blink of an eye
As wiper blades wipe the tears that I cry

Missing my friends I once traveled with
When this road was young and easier to get
To your destination just cruising along
How did I get this new bruise on my arm

I chalk it up to the bumps in the road
Like the ones in my life I can not control
Along this lonely road I’m traveling on
That is down to one lane and that lane is slow