I'm riding on this dirty ole greyhound headed down I-65
Looking out the back window as the world goes flying by
Thinking bout all the troubles I've been in and all the troubles I've left behind
And why so many of my good friends think I done lost my mind

But what I hope ta find down that concrete line
The lost highway, Are ya goin my way?
Come on now

Don't know where I goin and I couldn't say that I care
Just let those wheels keep rolling and I'm bound to get there
No need to look back to the path that I was on
Keepin my sites always focused on the rising of the sun

But what I hope to find down that concrete line
The lost highway. Are ya goin my way?