When the lark whistles in my chest

And muscles me away from work

I go driving in the dirt

Light a spark in the service of the moment

Yeah, my heart

Wants to know if you will

Go invent the road

Invent the road, invent the road

When the dark hunts my chest

And humbles me, where can I turn?

Will you go driving in the dirt?

Light a spark

Set it burning in the moment

Yeah, my heart

Wants to know if you will

Go invent the road

Invent the road, invent the road