The road to New England is closed in the Winter
The road to the South is too warm and too dark
The High Desert’s waiting but it’s too hard to find
So I guess I’ll be staying in Ohio for now
I spent a few Summers in Ft. Worth in Texas
A few Winters way out in Cali-for-nay
But the Spring and the Fall I’ll be sure to be walkin’
Down the roads and the cornfields out Ohio way
And the story of my life
Ain’t no story at all
Just another blank page
In an empty old world
I seen Colorado and Wyoming together
And Montana blue as the twilight in me
But most of these places I’d just fall in an out of
Don’t add up to more than some reckless old dreams/jeans
Someday I should travel along the Blue Highway
And meet passing cars with a thumb and a smile
I’d probably be better to stay in Ohio
Where crossroads are fewer and time takes its time
And the story of my life
Ain’t no story at all
Just another blank page
In an empty old world
In an empty old world
In an empty old world
