Those rolling hills,
white painted windowsills flash before my eyes,
flash before my eyes,
flash before my eyes,
flash before my eyes
And all I can see and all I can hear
and all I can see and all I am near
is that oh, oh, oh, oh, open road
and all I can see and all I can hear
and all I can see and all I am near
is that oh, oh, oh, oh , open road
and my heart brings me one direction
and Ill pick up the slack at the next connection
and it might be because Im lazy
but its most likely that Im kind of crazy
and at night I dream about stranger things:
a telephone made of rings
and a cat that sings sweet melodies
to all the birds in the trees
and all I can see and all I can hear
and all I can see and all I am near
is that open road