I pulled my diesel off
To the side of the road
I was checking my tires
I was checking my load
Along the road this guy
Asked to hitch a ride
I said, “No problem, man.”
And he climbed inside
I asked where he was going
I asked where he’d been
Man, I was surprised
When he answered with a grin
He said, “It’s more the going
Than it is the getting’ there
And I figure anywhere’s
‘bout as good as somewhere
I’m gonna look around
And see what I can see
‘Cause man this world
It means nothing to me
I see people looking
Man, when I look around
Seems like there’s more lost
Than there seems to be found
We’re looking ‘round the world
But we won’t find it here
Nothing’ll fill you up
Not gray skies nor clear
We’ll take a step
Then we want one more
We’re just running in circles
Faster than ever before
But there are no endings
No destinations to be found
No shelter from the storm
Just the hope of higher ground
We’re k**ing ourselves
Without even trying
And if you call that life
Then living’s for the dying.”