There is refuge in the road,
A diplomacy for the mind,
A going to, and a getting away,
A task and a respite.
There is refuge in the road.
The engine roars to life
And we accelerate
out of the ordinary.
There is refuge in the road.
The hills and valleys roll past,
The sky opens before us
And we hurl into our future.
There is refuge in the road.
We glide to a stop
At some lonesome turn
And contemplate Gods country.
There is refuge in the road.