People on the road got their own way of travelin' Some of them are runnin' Some of them are ramblin' Some of them are searchin' for what they never find Hopin' more is ahead of them than what they leave behind Out on the highway White lines run forever They touch that horizon where the desert comes together All cowboys, drunks, drifters, and truckers on the haul And ramblin' guitar pickers still hear the highway call CHORUS: And they'll promise you the world Then leave you behind Mornin' finds them out of sight But never out of mind Just another lonesome highway And another lonely town 'Til the next lonely drifter comes 'round People from the road You know you never really know What they really want so you gotta let 'em go Never give your heart to someone you ain't never seen You don't know where he's goin' and you don't know where he's been But you know People on the road Got their own way of travelin' Some of them are runnin' Some of them are ramblin' Some of them are searchin' for what they never find Hopin' more is ahead of them than what they leave behind CHORUS 'Til the next lonely drifter comes 'round People on the road Got their own way of travelin' © 2000 Red Cliffs Press Music (BMI)