The Highway Moves the World

I am 27 years old, my baby's almost four
You meet us in the labor ward, 3,000 miles from home
You still wash my sister's clothes, my brother needs to learn to shave
You've got five babies of your own, with mine we seven make

Mass Pike, the G-dub Bridge, the Jersey tolls, the Chesapeake
South of the Border in the sun, Bradenton to Chapel Hill
You take the long way round about; geography's a magic art
The highway makes a home for us, the highway moves the world

Your mom and dad in Florida; your brother, sister Boston Town
You leave your friends and bring the rest
My brothers, sisters all your best
You convalesce our broken home, my babies miss their mother
You hold 'em close into your heart, and that's where they find home

Mass Pike, the G-dub Bridge, the Jersey tolls, the Chesapeake
South of the Border in the sun, Bradenton to Chapel Hill
You take the long way round about; geography's a magic art
The highway makes a home for us, the highway moves the world
The highway makes a home for us, the highway moves the world

For us, you move the great, the great, big world
For love, you move, oh, the great, big world