Cataraqui's calling out my name,
700 miles, I feel the same,
But me, I ain't afraid to take the blame,
It's a broken road, and it's too long.

Deseronto was a friend of mine,
Too much double-talk and too much time,
I guess if was looking I would find,
It's a broken road, and it's too long...

But I ain't wasting this, early-warning sign,
Force my way through this, early-morning time,
Got my leg up on this, sleepy highway I'm traveling on.....
and on..

50 dollars, mud upon my jeans,
Give it all to know just what she means,
When she says just a friend is what she needs,
It's a broken road, and it's too long...

And I ain't wasting this, early-warning sign,
Force my way through this, early-morning time,
Got my leg up on this, sleepy highway I'm traveling on.....
and on...
Now here I go that northern wind is blowing,
I'd give it up and tell you where I'm going,
But if you knew all I knew you'd end up knowing,
It's a broken road, and it's too long...