Road Outside Columbus

There's a road outside Columbus, Ohio. Feels like I drove along for years. This Midwest way of ease it surrounds us. I can't deny the rhythm here. And as I pull away from Riverside beside me. That High Street never looked so good. I miss my lady even though she often writes me. She tells me tales of my neighborhood. Surprise, surprise, I traveled here. Four hundred miles from where I'm known. My friends are here. A couple years I've spent, I found I have a second home. As I'm blazing down my trail to education. There's no bliss in ignorance for me. I stop and stare, a breath of air Might slow me down some. But that's just fine with me. Surprise, surprise, I traveled here. Four hundred miles from where I'm known. My friends are here. A couple years I've spent, I found I have a second home. I never traveled far. Two hundred miles to go. That boulevard will take me home. Surprise, surprise, I traveled here. Four hundred miles from where I'm known. My friends are here. A couple years I've spent, I found I have a second home. Surprise, surprise, I traveled here. Four hundred miles from where I'm known. My friends are here. A couple years I've spent, I found I have a second home.