1, 2 You know what to do
I'm turning left on red, there ain't a soul as far as I can see
I'm going to stretch this tank of gas until the ridgeline's my horizon to the east
I'm going to see your eyes at the sight of me two weeks gone
One minute there with you is worth a thousand hours of pain and strife to get there
This Ford ain't my home
Cruising through desert valleys and city squares
I'm a mountaineer on and on two weeks gone
I go toe to toe with the road and wave to passersby
Some don't like what I'm doing
To them I say that's fine, we'll all be fine
Let's head on down the highway
Only me has to go my way
Leaning on the Book of John
Two Weeks Gone
Well, back to you and how we're true and everything we've been through
Hear the morning song where we belong
See the sunrise on the hillside from our sheets
I can see your eyes at the sight of me two weeks gone
I go toe to toe with the road and wave to passersby
Some don't like what I'm doing
To them I say that's fine, we'll all be fine
Let's head on down the highway
Only me has to go my way
Leaning on the Book of John
Two Weeks Gone
Let's head on down the highway
Only me has to go my way
Leaning on the Book of John
Two Weeks Gone
Let's head on down the highway
Only me has to go my way
Leaning on the Book of John
Two Weeks Gone
I've been praying on the Book of John
Two Weeks Gone
