Westward Bound

Packed a suitcase, sold the rest
Couldn't wait to leave that town
US Highway rolling west
With all the windows down

Turns out I'm not a city girl
I miss the trees and sky and ground
I need to see what part of me
I lost can still be found

Going westward-bound
Going westward-bound

Stop for breakfast in the middle of west Texas
At a diner stuck in time
Where old men read the paper, drink their coffee black
Every morning of their lives

The waitress knows them all by name
Got their orders memorized
This is the America
That the Interstate left behind

Going westward-bound
Going westward-bound

Pass the corn fields and the UFO museum
Little churches washed in white
With names like Holy Restoration
Tabernacle of Eternal Life

In the mountains of New Mexico
I cross the Great Divide
Flip through the empty radio
And drive on through the night

I got a million miles on this car, what's a thousand more
Traveling so light that I might soar

Going westward-bound, westward-bound
Westward-bound
Gotta get lost if you're gonna get found
Going westward-bound