Oh, the year blew past
 And there was nothing that you could hold
 Except for all the things I told you
 Were worth holding onto
 And all the fields were rolling by
 And you could watch them from the side
 You never lay there in the long nights of the summer
 Then I got home
 By then, the fall had come
 Three seasons passed since I had seen her
 There's a hotel room
 And there’s a window to the roof
 The glass is coated up in smoke and it won't open
 And I knew you were asleep
 And the wind blew through the screen
 And the noise up from the street had finally faded
 When I got home
 The days had all grown cold
 And the trees pointed out into the winter
 There's a dream of home
 For those that work out on the road
 And there’s a vision of the road for all the others
 I can tell you what I've seen
 Because I've been at both extremes
 There'll be a time you'll wish you could trade your life for another's
 You'd better know where you're going, babe, before you go
 You’d better know where you’re going, babe, before you go
 You'd better know where you’re going, babe, before you go
 You'd better know where you're going, babe, before you go
 You'd better know where you’re going, babe, before you go
 You'd better know where you're going, babe, before you go