It’s raining down highway 158
And I’m on the road again
Another pretty face, another town
Another race, another round

It’s evening in the mountains
Or it’s morning or it’s night
Another lost cause, another try
Another pause, another lie

A new set of highways
A new county, new state
A new set of feelings
Another promise I can make
And I can drive until I break
Down highway 158

It’s lonely here sometimes
Or it could be or it might
Another day alone, another call
Another trip, another fall

On that dead-end road again
I’ll be there soon enough
Another pretty face, another town
Another race, another round

A new set of highways
A new county, new state
A new set of feelings
Another promise I can make
And I can drive until I break
Down highway 158

Another pretty face, another town . . .