I packed my bags ... Raised my head ... Then the thought came to me, Like a memory Something that a friend had said ... I think you might know who; The road goes on and on ... on and on Out from the door where it began The road goes on and on ... on and on Let others follow it who can For me, it's home again. And after all is said and done It's quite plain to see, Stories never end They only go further on And now it's you who must look to the rising sun ... The road goes on and on ... on and on Out from the door where it began The road goes on and on ... on and on Let others follow it who can For me, it's home again. I can't explain ... it goes to deep ... But as you travel, you will see: The road goes on and on ... on and on Out from the door where it began The road goes on and on ... on and on Let others follow it who can For me, it's home again.