Call of the Road 

words: Allan Thomas, Ed Haaker
music: Jim Kimo West

Rolling down the highway
Rain on the roof like distant drumming
Eyes fixed on the horizon 
The sound of the engine humming 

The sign reads I-40 East
I kick it into high gear
They say traveling tames the beast
I’ll vanish then reappear

Was running short on hope
Right at the end of my rope
Circuits on overload 
Time to heed the call of the road

I know there’s something out there
I’m not just spinning my wheels
May not know what it looks like 
But I’ll know it by how it feels 

White lines fill the void
Like a twilight zone episode
The wind shrieks and moans
Ghosts dancing at the crossroads

I’ll visit the great Smoky Mountains
Take in the grandeur of it all
In my beat up Chevy truck
See Graceland then Montreal 

Is the grass really greener 
On the other side of that hill
One never knows for sure 
But you won’t find it sitting still

How many more sunrises 
Before this world implodes
Its now or its never
Must follow the call of the road 

When your running short on hope
Right at the end of your rope
Circuits on overload 
Follow the call of the road
The call of the road
The call of the road
The call of the road
The call of the road

©2025 Black Bamboo Music, Ed Haaker Music - BMI

Westernmost Music - ASCAP