Looking at a map of this old country
And picking out the roads
that go from shore to shore
I've been on forty, eighty and ten
Just to see the sky and to feel the wind
But now I only think of them
Trouble with the distance
Well, it'll break down your resistance
A lot of strange you're in
And if you do, and you say we're through
I won't ride those roads again
But if it leaves you crying
You'll find me flying out
Well I gave up on forgetful drinkin'
And I just do a little wishful thinkin'
When I wake up in the night
And I wonder what you may have found
Now this old truck's got a hundred K
But if you asked you'd know
Push it up the side of the Great Divide
and roll down to your town
Darling, I've always tried
To find the road not taken
Two lanes have been my friend
But if you say you're lonely
You know there's only 40, 80, or 10
All these miles I've taken their toll
A little dusty in my soul
Now the time has finally come
I'm just two blocks from my back door
I can hear the whisper of twenty -four
And even when I'm sleepin'
it comes creepin' like a dream
Well, I found the will to settle down,
but I found it so far from your town
That sometimes that whisper
Darling, I've said goodbye
to pay phones and poor Christian
And in letters I have written
not to say that word again
I'll chase that line one last time
And I'll chase that line one last time
