"Holy Highway" lyrics

When I run out of road
Upper lines through the corn fields
A culmination of
Cultivation rough
But it's tied to my front wheels
And I guess my luck is turning stale
Shrinking is the mountain in my rear view
And up ahead it's a sunny face

I'm gonna find my way back to it
One of these days

And when my wheels run out of rubber
I'll get out and start running
Sticking my thumb out
It's your right to tell her
Take refuge at the station
For there's no main town, I say a prayer
Split by the holy highway bridging off somewhere

You keep me bound to better place
I'm gonna find my way back to it
One of these days
You keep me bound to better place
I'm gonna find my way back to it
One of these days
Oh, I'm gonna find my way back to it
One of these days