This Road Songtext
von James Blundell

The purple haze veils the greens of the ridges in the sunlight
Those vineyards and those valleys roll forever way down south
One glimpse of timeless beauty as we thunder down this road
Make some kind of sense out of this living hand to mouth

But I love this road
When I miss my home
I guess I was born to ride that white line
But I love this road

That red rock red rears its raging height off the mirror of the plains
The desert sand turns to paradise with the late December rain
It′s the physical condition of emotion that we share
I'd love to have a baby girl, but we ain′t got time to spare


Not while we're on this road
When I miss being home
I guess I was born to ride that white line
But I love this road
I love this road
Yeah, I love this road

And when the rollings over, a prayer that pride allows
This man to lead a happy life when I'm back behind that plough

Because I love this road
When I miss being home
I guess I was born to ride that white line
And I love this road
When I miss my home
I guess I was born to ride that white line
But I love this road
I love this road
Yeah, I love this road
This road