Rainy road into Atlanta, time is truly crawlin' by
Drops of rain on my side window, nothin', nothin' on my mind
Driving through the old horizon though it never seems that way
Clouds are rolling through these skies in fifty thousand shades of grey
Always on the move is a mesmerizing groove
It's a quiet call, it's a trance to fall into
Texaco and exit only, Grandma Peaches Café
Bridges freeze before the roadway, I don't think they will today
Single seating at the counter. How can I be here again?
Filthy shirt construction worker with Georgia on his face and hands
Always on the move is a mesmerizing groove
In an April rain as the Southern spring comes through
I don't know where the winter went, but summertime is closing in
If bloom and shoot is what they meant, I'd say the south just rose again
How beautiful these roads I wonder, all these towns I'm pa**ing through
Oh blessed is this weary traveler, finally coming home to you