Mal Blum The Road
From the white sands of New Mexico
To the California coast
The places I have loved the most that keep me on the road
Your hair blowing in the wind on the off-ramp and on again
To everywhere I've ever been that keeps me on the road
You keep me on the road
You keep me on the road
You keep me on the road
You keep me on the road
From the flatlands to the mountaintops
To all the rest stop parking lots
To everywhere that I forgot that keeps me on the road
To the beds where I have laid awake thinking about other fates
But there's never been no other way for me than keeping on the road
You keep me on the road
You keep me on the road
You keep me on the road
You keep me on the road
Until I make it home
Until I make it home
You keep me on the road
You keep me on the road
You keep me on the road
You keep me on the road
Until I make it home
Until I make it home
Until I make it home
Until I make it home
