I pulled out on the open road into the sun, before I’d begun to see
How I’d learn to carry this load; to walk this line.
I found the strength to take a step. Then I found me; epiphany.
I moved my spirit to pull those roots, and take that drive.

Oh I can’t think of anything I’d trade, and baby I won’t give myself, I have it made.
You think you know the rules and you can save my life, but I’ll tell you now.
I’m taking that drive.

We all trace a route in our own way; a careful plan or with luck to land.
You can carry that map with tattered folds. You’ll find your way.
Me, I did my time for my nth degree. I pulled that hoe, and sowed that row.
Now I find myself in a better place, and I’ll have my day.

Oh I can’t think of anything I’d trade, and baby I won’t give myself, I have it made.
You think you know the rules and you can save my life, but I’ll tell you now.
I’m taking that drive. Na na na na na na na na na na na.

Mile on mile or inch by inch, I’ve climbed my way to find this place.
I’ve walked my road defined by Grace. I can’t say why.
My wayward plans in youth I laid. Now through a mirror at 40 years
I can sing about naiveté, and say I tried.

Oh I can’t think of anything I’d trade, and baby I won’t give myself, I have it made.
You think you know the rules and you can save my life, but I’ll tell you now.
I’m taking that drive. Na na na na na na na na na na na.
I’m taking that drive