snowblind out in the rolling hills,
snowblind out in your rolling wheels.
icebound motors and spun-out trailers,
plows and jeeps and sixteen-wheelers.

and we'll be singing on down the coast,
and we'll be singing blind and later boast.
out in the nowhere lands in the white and grey,
out in the night in the middle of day.

all tied up and skidding, sliding sideways,
all white-knuckled and adrenaline anyways,
all singing the song and rolling homeways.

follow the ruts, the ruts in the snow
follow the trucks, follow the trucks back home.