You see me walk out the door Ice, freezing 'n' storms Pray I make it home Late a.m. 'n' roads See me moving along And this is where I belong She don't want me home Late on empty roads Highway, empty roads Pass through constructed zones Heading straight at storms And she's so beautiful These dark empty roads Are filled with traffic cones They always took so long A patient drive back home (On empty roads Empty- Empty roads)