Lyrics

I hit the blacktop with my torn map
Coffee in hand and a dream in my lap
Radio crackles like my rebel soul
Chasin' down stories that ain't been told

Highway dust right to the sea,
Runnin' wild with nobody with me
Steel strings hummin' my name
Freedom's burnin' in the fast lane
Oh, I ain't lookin' back -- No one to blame

Gas station gospel, motel blues
Boots on the dash and worn-out news
Every mile's a memory I never planned
But I write 'em down as I travel this land

Wind in my hair, heart on fire
Every detour just feeds the desire
No roots, no chains, just open sky
I was born to roam, don't ask why

Highway dust right to the sea,
Runnin' wild with nobody with me
Steel strings hummin' my name
Freedom's burnin' in the fast lane
Oh, I ain't lookin' back -- No one to blame