Before I traveled my road I was my road.

As I go walking this ribbon of highway I see above me the endless skyway And all around me the wind keeps saying: This land is made for you and me.

I'm seventeen now so I've grown in a lot of ways, artistically and vocally.

Like the pine trees lining the winding road,
I've got a name, I've got a name.
Like the singin' bird and the croakin' toad,
I've got a name, I've got a name.<p>And I carry it with me like my daddy did,
But I'm livin' the dream that he kept hid.<p>Movin' me down the highway, rollin' me down the highway,
Movin' ahead so life won't pass me by.

If you ever plan to motor west,
Travel my way, take the highway that is best.
Get your kicks on route sixty-six.

I know where my lane is, and I know how to stay in my lane. My lane is evolving the consciousness of people.

I have really learned the back roads.

I still define myself by the places that I've been.

...my methods of navigation have their advantage. I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I needed to be.

Take to the highway, won't you lend me your name?
Your way and my way seem to be one and the same, child.
Mamma don't understand it.
She wants to know where I've been.
I'd have to be some kind of natural born fool
To want to pass that way again.
But I could feel it
On a country road.

I've taken my fun where I've found it;
I've rogued an' I've ranged in my time.

I am like a tree, From my top boughs I can see The footprints that led up to me.

Highways crisscross the land, simultaneously forming pathways and barriers.

I began to realize that life is a growth stage I'm going through.