driving wheels

Lyrics

well he's following the broken lines, living on borrowed time, motel rooms and broken hearts all left behind, you swear he couldn't close his eyes, as he shifts into overdrive, he's been up and down this road so many times, the man of his own, and searching just keeps him proving, that only the road, can tame the rebel in his soul, it's the rhythm of the highway, as he rolls on down, and city lights as they fade from sight, drives the man behind the driving wheels, like a cowboy in a rodeo, riding hard but never letting go, you'll be wand'ring through the twilight of his life, waylon jennings on the radio, country music and engines roar, like a shooting star across a desert sky, and he's got a home, but it's out on the blue horizon, heaven only knows, there's still a rebel in his soul, it's the rhythm of the highway, as he rolls on down, and city lights as they fade from sight, drives the man behind the driving wheels, and chasing southern lights, in the distant sky, and open plains with the mountains high, drives the man behind the driving wheels, well he's thought about settling down, a little diner on the edge of town, but in this world of push and shove, he's still got freedom in his blood, it's the rhythm of the highway.