The road to freedom’s never been a straight one.
You constantly find unexpected turns.
You think your goal is just past the horizon
Till you find out what every traveler learns.

The signs beside the road might only promise
A destination no one yet has built.
Sometimes a sign will lure you to the wrong way,
A road to serfdom mired in muddy silt.

No matter where you go, there’s new construction,
And sometimes it has barely made a start.
It’s necessary, since there are so many
Who’d like to tear the whole damn road apart.

There may be times when you don’t like the scenery
And places that you’d rather not go through.
It always is important to remember
The road to freedom isn’t just for you.

Be patient when the traffic isn’t moving.
Look for a detour if you have to stop.
There often are collisions bringing chaos.
The road to freedom has no traffic cop.

Sometimes you wonder if you’ll ever get there.
Sometimes you’ll look around and think you’re lost.
And when you add up all the toll you’re paying,
You’ll wonder if the trip is worth the cost.

There really is no final destination;
You only can get closer than before.
When you think you are stuck and getting nowhere,
You have to fuel up and try once more.

The progress that you make is its own reason.
The farther on you go, the more you’re free.
It’s better than just sitting down and grumbling,
And every quarter mile’s a victory.