God Bless Stan Rogers.

Bits and pieces you offered of your life
I didn't think they meant a lot, or said much for you;
And all the chances to follow didn't make a lot of sense
When stacked against the choices you made;
For yours was the open road.
The bitter song, the heavy load that I couldn't share,
Though the offer was there
Every time you turned around.

Now, it's not like you made out to hang around
Although, you know, I made some sounds to show that I cared.
And when it looked like you heard the call,
I didn't say a lot, although I could have said much more
Had I dared.
But yours was the open road.
The bitter song, the heavy load that I couldn't share,
Though the offer was there
Every time you turned around.

And if I had followed a little way,
Because we're friends, you would have made me welcome
Out there.
But we both know it's just as well;
'Cause some can go, but some are meant to stay behind
And it's always that way.
And yours is the open road.
The bitter song, the heavy load that I'll never share,
Though the offer's still there
Every time you turn around.