The Road

Lit out from Texas
Crossed the ancient ocean floor
Wearing down the lanes
Stamped like footprints on the floor
It's easier to stay
If you know what you're staying for
Passing tumbleweed and cotton seed
Another mega store

Woah New Mexico
We're climbing again
The best license plate of any state
A road that finally bends
Flagstaff the blistered pass
Kingman then descend
To the lost Colorado
Walking slowly like a friend

Lately I've been thinking
Of all the time that I waste thinking
I'm just happy to be on the road again
And there is nothing like direction
To soften the connection
I'm just happy
To be on
The road again

The state where I was born
The hills of California
Semis and endless skies
The desert's lonesome form
Eyes are closing
Mojave's frozen
I'm wishing I was warm
The roadside sleep turns tireless
My dear California

I look right to see
The miles of fruit trees
Whipping by in perfect
Dizzying geometry
The tears are all but falling
My hometown is softly calling
I've never wanted anything more
Than to pee

And I just can't wait to get there
No I just can't wait to get there
Oh, well everything's gonna be better
Yeah I just can't wait to get there

Well I'm painfully aware
That I'm a brush of a hair
Away from dying
At the slip of a wheel
And it's maddening and taxing
As I turn up my distractions
To know that slipping
Is just part
Of the deal

Lately I've been thinking
Of all the time that I waste thinking
I'm just happy to be on the road again
And there is nothing like direction
To soften the connection
I'm just happy
To be on
The road again

They say write what you know
So we write songs of the road
They say write what we know
So we rhyme elbow and buffalo
They say write something new
Write what's right in front you
Even when I close my eyes I see
The black top in front of me
Rushing by coarse and dry
I only see the road