I'm getting tired of this town
Surrounded by the same old familiar people
The same old familiar places
I enjoy the new
I long for the open road
What's around the next bend?
I have to know
I've seen so much
But I've barely made a dent
So, what I have to ask is this
Will you travel with me?
Will you see the sights
The slow country days
And fast city nights?
Will you come with me?
