The Road Less Travelled

I've been traveling on a northbound train.
I lost my ticket, stranded in the rain.
Walked to the depot, caught the last Greyhound.
I left Wyoming, Oregon bound.

The road less traveled, it never ends.
Alone and desperate, without any friends.
I keep on rambling, like a man possessed.
Fixing my eyes on the sun in the West.

I've stopped in a thousand cafes and bars.
I've walked for miles 'neath the Colorado stars.
One more cup of coffee, before I have to go.
I'm heading back east now, through the cold rain and snow.

The road less traveled, it never ends.
Dark and dusty, without any friends.
I feel the cold in my old denim vest.
Fixing my eyes on the sun in the West.

It seems tomorrow is just like yesterday.
So tired and weary, you've forgotten the way.
The heat of August is fading into fall.
And you forget why you're even traveling at all.

The road less traveled, it never ends.
Dark and dusty, without any friends.
I keep on rambling, like a man possessed.
Fixing my eyes on the sun in the West.

The road less traveled, it never ends.

On the road and making music with my friends.

That long white line, it keeps stretching on.

I'll grab my coat and my guitar and I'll be gone.