Road Story

I've been down this road a few times before
Wrong ways, I've turned and paid the toll
I took my chances with the war machine
Jumping outta planes in my army greens
But I never could quite do what i was told

I've seen such beauty right before my eyes
A thousand girls on summer shores
I paddled out down on Marine Street
Hanging with the hoodlums, drinking on the beach
Made a racket, found the trouble I was looking for

I'm going off on a ride again. Where? I don't know
Somewhere, as yet, not set in stone
But if you ain't looking it ain't hard to find out on the road
It's where I'll make my home

I spent some days living the learned life
I've studied fact and fiction both
I heard the rabble-rousers and the words they say
I've seen the crowds, cheek-by-jowl, in the City by the Bay
But I never could quite flock to the fold

I made my way where angels tell their lies
On silver screens and streets of gold
I've seen the people sell themselves to snakes
Forking out their tongues just to taste the fame
But I never could quite split with my own

I'm going off on a ride again. Where? I don't know
Somewhere, as yet, not set in stone
It ain't nothing left here to right, that's all she wrote
And wise words fade fast from stagnant bones
But I'll read between the lines of each street that I pass by
Every place has a story of its own
And if you ain't looking it ain't hard to find out on the road
It's where I'll make my home

And so I'll go
Where? I don't know
Somewhere on the road