For those who the road is all that matters For them who have lived on borrowed time For those whose seeds in life are scattered For them that are too far down the line For those who have lived on next to nothing Playing in a bar in jacksonville With nothing but the songs that they are singing With nothing but the spaces left to fill Here's a highway prayer Here's a highway song Don't stay too late Don't cry too long You're coming home, home again Gonna tell 'em all where you been I used to think the road was all that mattered I used to like to live on borrowed time I used to like to live on next to nothing But I'm still out here living line to line Living in some old torch singer's memory Out here on the road to tennessee A place where all our songs and dreams go sailing And I'll say one for you, you sing one for me Here's a highway prayer Here's a highway song Don't stay too late Don't cry too long You're coming home, home again