Road
He drove alone
The road was empty
The windows down
The air was heavy
And satellites
And stars above him
All look the same
No matter where we look from
Two hands hold tight
You know this road goes on for miles and miles
Black tar no light
Sundown moonrise
The white noise rising through the stereo
And the feedback sounds right
And he knows
That the road ahead is paved with lies
And the yellow double paint lines
Cut the black in two sides
Who's to say which lane is right
And he goes
With the echo down the asphalt lines
And a look into the rearview
Past is passed and been through
Choked from smoke and burnt through fire
He set out with some vague idea of the open road in mind
A misguided image born from Jesus's Son and the first half of a bad Jack Kerouac novel
A teenaged idea of freedom that turns out to be full of road tolls and five dollar bottled water
(You didn't pay for that)
Piss takes in random embankments with the fear of tired bored state troopers
What state line did he cross last?
The past was just a blur of highway signs
Green billboards that advertised the next point of interest listed in all-American miles
Roadside bars with cars packed and dead lamps and old dried out river reservoirs
And that's where they used to pump a thousand gallons of oil every day
And thats where there used to be a small town with a bustling industry
And this is just another stretch of blank and empty canvas ripe for capital
And this is just another diary entry that might be worth something to him some day
And you wake up
And you wake up
And you wake up
Home is somewhere you can't find
And you wake up
And you wake up
And you wake up
Home is something you defined
And you wake up
And you wake up
And you wake up
Home is what you left behind
And you wake up
And you wake up
She said she
Never met a man like him but he was such a sucker
Tattoos covered up the track marks
He was always looking at her arm like I wonder what the story is
He said he
Never met a girl like her but he didn't know if he believed it
Maybe they're together now
Maybe he's alone though nobody knows we haven't heard a word in years
Nobody knows about the story now
The road was empty
The windows down
The air was heavy
And satellites
And stars above him
All look the same
No matter where we look from
Two hands hold tight
You know this road goes on for miles and miles
Black tar no light
Sundown moonrise
The white noise rising through the stereo
And the feedback sounds right
And he knows
That the road ahead is paved with lies
And the yellow double paint lines
Cut the black in two sides
Who's to say which lane is right
And he goes
With the echo down the asphalt lines
And a look into the rearview
Past is passed and been through
Choked from smoke and burnt through fire
He set out with some vague idea of the open road in mind
A misguided image born from Jesus's Son and the first half of a bad Jack Kerouac novel
A teenaged idea of freedom that turns out to be full of road tolls and five dollar bottled water
(You didn't pay for that)
Piss takes in random embankments with the fear of tired bored state troopers
What state line did he cross last?
The past was just a blur of highway signs
Green billboards that advertised the next point of interest listed in all-American miles
Roadside bars with cars packed and dead lamps and old dried out river reservoirs
And that's where they used to pump a thousand gallons of oil every day
And thats where there used to be a small town with a bustling industry
And this is just another stretch of blank and empty canvas ripe for capital
And this is just another diary entry that might be worth something to him some day
And you wake up
And you wake up
And you wake up
Home is somewhere you can't find
And you wake up
And you wake up
And you wake up
Home is something you defined
And you wake up
And you wake up
And you wake up
Home is what you left behind
And you wake up
And you wake up
She said she
Never met a man like him but he was such a sucker
Tattoos covered up the track marks
He was always looking at her arm like I wonder what the story is
He said he
Never met a girl like her but he didn't know if he believed it
Maybe they're together now
Maybe he's alone though nobody knows we haven't heard a word in years
Nobody knows about the story now
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Writer(s): Adam Mastroianni
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