09 - Where the highway ends

I left the city on a Tuesday night, Half a tank and a heart too tight. Didn't leave a note, didn't say goodbye, Just a long white line and a wide open sky. Passed a hundred towns with their porch lights on, Families laughing till the break of dawn. I used to think that was all I'd need, Now I just want the road and me. Where the highway ends, that's where I'll stand, With the dust on my boots and the past in my hand. No more running, no more chase, Just the sun on my face. (Oh-oh... oh-oh...) Where the highway ends, I'll find my name, Where the asphalt bends and the wind's the same. An old man at a gas pump said, "Every road leads back to you." I laughed it off, drove on ahead, But I think the old man knew. Where the highway ends, that's where I'll stand, With the dust on my boots and the past in my hand. No more running, no more chase, Just the sun on my face. (Oh-oh... oh-oh...) Where the highway ends, I'll find my name, Where the asphalt bends and the wind's the same. Where the highway ends, that's where I'll stand, With the dust on my boots and the past in my hand. No more running, no more chase, Just the sun on my face. Where the highway ends... I finally know my name.