On The Road
On the road, the heart is slow
The mind is not clocked, the feet are sore
The hands and eyes
Oh, the hands and eyes are quick
to stop the world.
On the road, confirms something about yourself
Confirms something about your mold
Some say it's freedom
Freedom some say is when you get back home.
Fights and rights, embassies and fantasies
One street towns with stop lights
One stop streets with no towns
I don't need the patter
I don't need assistance to review the show.
On the road, the heart is slow
The mind is not clocked, the feet are sore
The hands and eyes
Oh, the hands and eyes are quick
to stop the world.
I'd like to keep my pearly whites
I don't want a shirt to keep a fit
I want a good steak once in a while
A checkered cab to go once in style
Freedom some say is when you get back home.
Howls of laughter, sights and sounds
Movies and groupies
One day lover, next day down
I'd like to keep my pearly whites
and have a little stride in life.
I'd be sometimes late
I'd be sometimes early
I'd be sometimes late, sometimes early
And surely once in a while
Oh, and surely once in a while
I'd like to be alone.
One day aggressive, one day shy
One day permissive, one day sly.
On the road confirms something about myself
Confirms something about my storm
Some say it needs freedom
Freedom some say is after the storm.