I left the lights of L.A. 'fore the break of dawn,
Got the ocean in my rearview, and a long road to go on.
The sun's risin' high as I hit that desert line,
Ain't no place to call home, just me and these wheels unwind.
And it's one mile closer to where I don't know,
From the west coast waves to the Atlantic flow.
With a six-string by my side and the open road wide,
I'm chasin' down freedom, lettin' life decide.
I passed through Arizona, under a big, wide sky,
New Mexico dust kickin' up, as the miles roll by.
Stopped at a diner, heard an old jukebox play,
A song 'bout a ramblin' man who was never meant to stay.
And it's one mile closer to where I don't know,
From the west coast waves to the Atlantic flow.
With a six-string by my side and the open road wide,
I'm chasin' down freedom, lettin' life decide.
Through Texas and Tennessee, the bluegrass on the rise,
I'm drawn by a whisper, some call it foolish pride.
But there's a freedom in the journey, in the places left behind,
And a story in each highway sign.
I've seen mountains touch the heavens,
And rivers carve the plains,
I've felt the lonely midnight rain
On these cracked windowpanes.
And it's one mile closer to where I don't know,
From the west coast waves to the Atlantic flow.
With a six-string by my side and the open road wide,
I'm chasin' down freedom, lettin' life decide.
Through Oklahoma's wind, the red dirt flyin' free,
Crossed the Arkansas River, feelin' wild and feelin' free.
Stopped in Nashville, found a bar with a band,
Played a tune on my six-string, joined in with the hand.
And it's one mile closer to where I don't know,
From the west coast waves to the Atlantic flow.
With a six-string by my side and the open road wide,
I'm chasin' down freedom, lettin' life decide.
Now I'm rollin' into Carolina with the dawn's first light,
Feelin' the pull of the ocean, feeling everything's right.
And I think about the miles, all the nights I spent alone,
Every turn on this highway, another chance to find my home.
So I'll keep on drivin', 'til I run out of road,
From the high mountain tops to the valleys below.
With my heart as my compass and the stars up above,
I'm just a man on the highway, searchin' for a home to stay.
Yeah, I'm just a man on the highway, searchin' for a home to stay.