Written by Keith Mouland
Every day I go riding along the highway trail.
Yes I was born to wander beyond the sound of the old church bell.
And every night I co looking up at the stars.
They’re all good friends of mine, no matter where they are.
And every place that I travel, that dream goes there and back again.
I know that dreams are two a penny.
But I’m gonna’ find one my friend, on the highway trail.
Some day I might stop wandering, some day I’ll sttle down.
I might look over my shoulder, without leaving town.
Until that day I’ll keep moving and riding along.
You might see me in the distance, hear me singing my highway song.
Now every place that I travel, the dream goes there and back again.
I know that dreams are two a penny.
But I’m gonna’ find one my friend, on the highway trail.
