There's a rhythm of the road that you can feel, you can feel,
Like a feeling of quicksilver in your heels, in your heels,
The high uncertain singing of the unknown rider's song ―
It's that high uncertain singing that will carry him along.
And what will lighten his load?
(I don't know) ―
It's that everlasting rhythm of the road...
There's a rhythm of the road that is a mix, is a mix,
Like a banjo and a trucker trading licks, trading licks,
This is just the same song I've been picking all my life ―
And it's burning there within me like the full moon in the night.
And what can lighten our load?
It's the everlasting rhythm of the road.
There's a rhythm of the road that hides the miles, hides the miles,
It appears once you've been riding for awhile, for awhile.
Wake up in the morning and you wonder where you are;
As you turn around and wonder just how fast you got that far,
And what can lighten our load?
It's the everlasting rhythm of the road.
