Oh to be on the open road!
Amassing the miles with such glee.
Forgetting the burdens, the load,
And just being happy and free.

We love the prairie vast and rife.
We love the mountains high and steep.
We love the desert full of life.
We love the ocean wide and deep.

Travels will always be our way
To make our lives full and at peace.
Travels will always make us stay
Young, alive, until our hearts cease.

Once more we choose a new byway,
Brand new landscapes beckon to us.
Once more we pick a fresh highway,
Grand new vistas expand us thus.

What is our goal, our stop, our prize?
Nothing less than a friend not near.
What is she like? We do surmise. 
At this new meeting she'll be dear!

So off we go to distant climes,
Gathering memories of gold.
These are always the best of times
Filling dreams, we have and we hold.