 with no wind and snow I'm just a road dog Canadian boy And I find myself alone down at the southern of a bottle in the northern of Champaign, Illinois It's the crack of dawn around my radio hall And I pull around the old interstate Cause my back grows cold and I'm in no rush at all I'm just a traveler across the U.S. of A I'm going back to California But not because I wanted to But my worldly paths I'm working on myself