Every road I see leads away from me,

Theres not a single one leads me home.

All The roads keep saying, Friend, come see whats round the bend,

So is it any wonder (..)that I roam?

All the places I have been(..) keep calling me back again.

Down in the pines I hear (..)the cold wind blow.

My heart keeps telling me, Footloose and fancy free,

And the road goes by and calls me as it goes.

well Maybe's somewhere theres a someone waiting there with a smile

And maybe therell be someplace I can stop and rest a while.

Cause maybe you werent meant to be just a rolling stone,

And theres a road to travel on(..) leads you back to home.

But Ill keep traveling on, keep looking at the dawn

Til I can lay(..) this lonesome body down.

And when that day has come, I never more will roam,

And every road I see will lead me home.