Never been to Cleveland when the sun was shiningnEven when it shines it looks like rainnOh god, on the road againnnPeople say that I've adjusted well to travellingnStill I'm feeling homesick now and thennOh god, on the road againnnIn-between the road signs and the white linesnAnd all of the comforts of homenIn-between the road signs and the white linesnA-singing the road sign white line songnI'm singing won't you sing alongnI'm singing won't you sing alongnI'm singing won't you sing alongnnNever been to Cleveland when the sun was shiningnEven when it shines it looks like rainnOh god, on the road againnnI don't live in New York City anymorenBut it's still close enough to home to be a friendnOh god, on the road againnnIn-between the road signs and the white linesnAnd all of the comforts of homenIn-between the good times and the sad linesnAnd all of the comforts of homenAll of the comforts of home