Never been to Cleveland when the sun was shining 
Even when it shines it looks like rain 
Oh, God, on the road again 

People say that I've adjusted well to traveling 
Still I'm feeling homesick now and then 
Oh, God, on the road again 

In between the road signs and the white lines 
And all of the comforts of home 
In between the road signs and the white lines 
I'm singing the road sign, white line song 
I'm singing, won't you sing along 
I'm singing, won't you sing along 
I'm singing, won't you sing along 

Never been to Cleveland when the sun was shining 
Even when it shines it looks like rain 
Oh, God, on the road again 

I don't live in New York city anymore 
But it's still close enough to be a friend 
Oh, God, on the road again 

In between the road signs and the white lines 
And all of the comforts of home 
In between the road signs and the sad rhymes 
And all of the comforts of home 
All of the comforts of home