I packed my bags ...
Raised my head ...
Then the thought came to me,
Like a memory
Something that a friend had said ...
I think you might know who;
The road goes on and on ... on and on
Out from the door where it began
The road goes on and on ... on and on
Let others follow it who can
For me, it's home again.
And after all is said and done
It's quite plain to see,
Stories never end
They only go further on
And now it's you who must look to the rising sun ...
The road goes on and on ... on and on
Out from the door where it began
The road goes on and on ... on and on
Let others follow it who can
For me, it's home again.
I can't explain ... it goes to deep ...
But as you travel, you will see:
The road goes on and on ... on and on
Out from the door where it began
The road goes on and on ... on and on
Let others follow it who can
For me, it's home again.
