(Originally by Grace Petrie)

M1 again, gone 2 am,
This lonesome road goes on forever.
Espresso shot with a petrol stop,
Because I will make my way whatever.
The road so dark, the night so deep
But I’ve got promises to keep,
And I’ve got miles upon miles upon miles to go before I sleep.

By night and day, by motorway,
I’ll get there any godforsaken way.
By road or rail, by sea to sail,
If there’s a way home I won’t fail.
I’ll take my time,
Steady seventy, straight down the line,
Only one thing on my mind,
Hell or high water come down:
I’m northbound.

One more late night on the northern line,
And up to King’s Cross I will follow.
Guitar on back, and I’m right on track,
Always racing with tomorrow.
And coast to coast, I ride alone,
Just one more ghost on the last train home.
And I’ve got miles upon miles upon miles to go all on my own.

And however far that I go,
Toronto to Ohio,
Vancouver to Chicago,
Halfway to Colorado,
And into Minnesota,
And down through North Dakota,
Into Buffalo, New York...
I tell you every time we talk:
If I could get to you, I’d walk.