In the purple haze there's the grains of the ridges in the sunlight
Those vineyards and those valleys roll forever way down south
One glimpse of timeless beauty as we thunder down this road
Makes some kind of sense out of living hand to mouth
But I love this road when I miss my home
I guess I was born to ride that white line
But I love this road
That red rock ridge, a raging height off the mirror of the plains
The desert sand turns to paradise with the late December rain
It's the physical condition of emotions that we share
I'd love to have a baby girl but we ain't got time to spend
Now while we're on this road when I miss being home
I guess I was born to ride that white line
But I love this road
I love this road
When the rolling's over I pray that brighter love
Is meant to lead a more happy life when I'm back behind a cloud
Because I love this road when I miss being home
I guess I was born to ride that white line
And I love this road when I miss my home
I guess I was born to ride that white line
But I love this road
I love this road
Yeah, I love this road
This road
This road