Written by Keith Mouland
Well everyday I go riding along the highway trail.
I was born to wander beyong the sound of my old church bell.
And everynight I go looking up at the stars.
They’re all good friends of mine, guiding me far.
And every place that I travel, there and back again.
That’s the reason I keep moving, this highway trail has no end.
Mmm mmm la la la la la.
Ooh la la la la la.
Well someday I’ll stop wandering, someday I’ll settle down.
In some old hideaway, or a hole in the ground.
Until then I’ll keep moving and riding along.
You might see me in the distance, you may remember my song.
And every place that I travel, over and over again.
That’s the reason I keep moving, this highwat trail has no end.
Mmm mmm la la la la la.
Ooh la la la la la.
