II: The Road Giveth...

Well I can walk, I can walk for days
Cross bridges and old highways
Bare feet, achey bones, skin burnt by the sun
No one around me but a few close friends
No one to tell me how the worlds gonna end
Unconcerned with the wars and the bombs we would run

We'd find a place in history
Carving our names in that old oak tree
Whiskey 'round the fire now I lay me down to sleep and
In the morning I would feel so good
Waking up in the middle of the woods
Legs stretched, palms up, and greeting the dawn with this song

It goes I'll always be angry
I'll never be sober
I'll never grow old
And I, I miss my home
Sometimes but mostly I don't
No, mostly I don't

Well I can ride, I can ride this train
Cross mountains and the sprawling plains
Blowing smoke and spittin' in the wind
And I never care what lies ahead
These things are easier done than said
All it takes is a step

Oh I'll always be angry
I'll never be sober
I'll never grow old
And I, I miss my home
Sometimes but mostly I don't
No, mostly I don't

So this is it at long long last
Behold into nothing but the shadow of the past
Well I just let the time pass
'Cause livin' good, livin' right
Is so much more complex than the black and the white
And I'm not gonna waste my time
Not gonna waste, I'm not gonna waste my life

I'm gonna keep going
Oh my livers just fine thanks
This will never get old
And I, I miss my home
Sometimes but mostly I don't
No, mostly I don't
Don't
Don't, no, no, no

I'll always be angry
I'll never be sober
I'll never grow old
And I, I miss my home
Except when I don't
And mostly I don't



Credits
Writer(s): John Cichy
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