These roads stretch a thousand miles in every way

I look for the day

As we ride over the hill

Well I am blind

The Golden State has been home

But I place my stake

To roam and to rake

But good souls we mend

Would teach me in what course to take

Good friends remain

Even through the pain

Of a long road ahead

At 48 we seem so well

For three short years we worked like hell

I've been here before lyin' on your floor

It was good to me

Good friends remain

Even through the pain

Of a long road ahead

The roads stretch a thousand miles in every way

I look for the day

As we ride over the hill

Well I am blind

Good friends remain

Even through the pain

Of a long road ahead

Good friends remain

Even through the strain

Of a long road ahead