Words & Music – John Bennett, Rand Anderson

On a highway. Hear those big big trucks whine
Going my way through the sands of time
If I asked you sweetly. Wonder if you’d stay
Times are hard, you got to go your own way

Driving down through six feet of snow
It’s all around. Still, I got to go
And as my mind races ahead
Through the window frozen river bed

Endless headlights burning my eyes
Millions of miles falling behind
Every turn winds back to you
Phones off the hook, you left me, hanging for dead
Just the reflection in the highway ahead
Every road I take leads back to you

Just might be the things I never said
Wasted words lost in my head
Keep getting closer to further away
Night is falling greet a brand new day

Endless headlights burning my eyes
Millions of miles falling behind
Every turn, it winds back to you
Phones off the hook, left me hanging for dead
Just the reflection in the highway ahead
Every road I take leads back to you 
Phones off the hook, left me hanging for dead
Just the reflection in the highway ahead

Every road I take leads back to you 
It leads back to you 
Every road
Leads back to you