Angeline slipped out the door an hour before dawn

The folks in town would never know what she was running from

I was waiting for her up at

Exit 41 She didn't know where

I was going

She just knew where she had been

I took her up to

Burmingham where she knew she had a friend

A little shaken up

But her tears were dry by then

I see people come and go

Each on a different path

Some chasing new beginnings

Some running from their past

Me I just keep rollin' on

While others fade away

Mile after mile

Day after day

I am the highway

I've seen flowers blooming on the shoulder of the road

Tied to little wooden crosses

For those who didn't make it home

Some folks breaking down

Some getting where they want to go

I see people come and go

Each on a different path

Some chasing new beginnings

Some running from their past

Me I just keep rollin' on

While others fade away

Mile after mile

Day after day

I am the highway

I am the highway

I have no beginning

And I don't have an end

You might turn around

But there's no going back again

So the trick is to enjoy the ride

And learn from where you've been

Stretching out to the horizon

As time just fades away

Mile after mile

Day after day

I am the highway

I am the highway