Verse 1

You drew a map on a paper cup

Said, “Pack light, we’ll be gone by dawn”

I took the key from the kitchen hook

And left a note with the kettle on

Pre-Chorus

Past the last toll booth, past the county line

Your laugh in the wind, your hand in mine

Chorus

We’re going where the wild roads bend

Over the ridge, around the bend

With the whole wide world beneath our feet

And a thousand miles we haven’t seen

If the night comes down, we’ll keep moving on

You and me till the morning comes

We’re going where the wild roads bend

And we’re not turning back again