Texty: The Wilkinsons. Highway.

Angeline slipped out the door an hour before dawn
The folks in town would never know what she was running from
I was waiting for her up at Exit 41, she didn't know where I was going
She just knew where she had been

I took her up to Burmingham where she knew she had a friend
A little shaken up but her tears were dry by then

I see people come and go each on a different path
Some chasing new beginnings, some running from their past
Me, I just keep rollin' on while others fade away
Mile after mile, day after day, I am the highway

I've seen flowers blooming on the shoulder of the road
Tied to little wooden crosses for those who didn't make it home
Some folks breaking down, some getting where they want to go

I see people come and go each on a different path
Some chasing new beginnings, some running from their past
Me, I just keep rollin' on while others fade away
Mile after mile day after day, I am the highway, I am the highway

I have no beginning and I don't have an end
You might turn around but there's no going back again
So the trick is to enjoy the ride and learn from where you've been
Stretching out to the horizon as time just fades away

Mile after mile, day after day, I am the highway, I am the highway