Summer fades into burning autumn skies, Long-haired maidens dance through the amber brome, Bought a patch of grass out on the countryside, Hoping I could find myself at home. But the open road keeps calling me, A drifter I was meant to be, Ramblin' on from town to town, Never catch me settling down. Autumn lurches into wretched winter storms, Every creature flees the dying fields in fear, I face the driving snow and harsh north winds, And wish that I was somewhere far from here. But the open road keeps calling me, A drifter I was meant to be, Ramblin' on from town to town, Never catch me settling down. I hope you find, that unnamable something. I hope you find, that unnamable something. If you should die, I'll tell you one thing: I hope you find, that unnamable something. Staggered back until I hit the bedroom door, And in the stillness there I made a last resolve, If I should live to be an elder man or more, My fate and fortune will be that which I've been called. The open road keeps calling me, Stranger places I was meant to see, Feeling trapped within my mind, Gotta leave before I die.