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