Every road I see leads away from me,
Theres not a single one leads me home.
All The roads keep saying, Friend, come see whats round the bend,
So is it any wonder (..)that I roam?
All the places I have been(..) keep calling me back again.
Down in the pines I hear (..)the cold wind blow.
My heart keeps telling me, Footloose and fancy free,
And the road goes by and calls me as it goes.
well Maybe's somewhere theres a someone waiting there with a smile
And maybe therell be someplace I can stop and rest a while.
Cause maybe you werent meant to be just a rolling stone,
And theres a road to travel on(..) leads you back to home.
But Ill keep traveling on, keep looking at the dawn
Til I can lay(..) this lonesome body down.
And when that day has come, I never more will roam,
And every road I see will lead me home.