On the Road

There are roads he's travelled
Full of cheap motels
There are routes he's driven on
Never-ending bends

In the miles he's covered
Seen some strange things
Met some wealthy peasants
And some dirt poor kings

The moment when he left home
Is countless years away
25 he shut the door
Now his hair's turned gray

Been some kind of nomad
Since he can recall
Look inside a magic 8ball
That's his story, that's his call

On the road
Ιt's your life
Ιt's your code
Αnd your end will be
On the road

Drove through every city, every known bay
He was sometimes led astray
But he'll ride till Judgement Day

On the road
Ιt's your life
Ιt's your code
Αnd your end will be
On the road



Credits
Writer(s): Rusty Cadillac
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