Mile 25 of highway one she turned off the radio station
She smiled and took my hand said: “let's have a media free vacation.”
I asked where we were heading now after the year that we'd been through
She squeezed my hand and said: “I don't care as long as I'm traveling with you.”

Isn't it the journey?
Isn't it the journey that...
Isn't it the journey that makes it all worthwhile?

Eight hundred miles down the coast of somewhere
She sang me a song and I almost wept
Something about turning round and growing up
Moving on without taking a step
By a lighthouse on the outer banks
She found a perfect mussel shell
Held it to her eye and played captain hook
cnd then she told me that she'd miss me

I said: Isn't it the journey?...

One night in Savannah we walked down streets that smelled of gardens
It was a paradise and that night as we made love
She said you always take me to places I remember
From scripture, acts of kindness, and works of art

Now I watch the sun set down upon the gulf
cnd feel she's standing somewhere near
I try to keep her wisdom deep down inside
cnd not let destinations interfere

‘Cause Isn't it the journey?...

Mile 25 of highway one she turned off the radio station