On the Road

Talk about the things
That people think they know but they don't want to know
What happens every other week behind the heavy door at home
Lying on the road

Say the words they want to hear
And hug and smile and spread the cheer
Not knowing every other year he gets a visit from the horse and deer
He's still wiping every tear from long ago
Like every other week behind the heavy door at home, he goes
Out to lie upon the road with his heart sinking below the ground
While every sound reminds him of the past

C, H, N and O
11, 18, 2 and 3
Lying on the road
Buried with his pots of coal

Wearily he's sitting there with precious locks of golden hair
Which line the solid concrete floor
More deathly than his heavy door at home
Lying on the road

Looking round with tired eyes and crying at the butterflies
Because it's just a sign of life
The first he's seen since he began to fight
He's been living in the night without the moon
Shining down upon the road with his heart stretched on the ground
While every sound is trying to call
He curls up into a ball and hides away
Every day reminds him of the past

C, H, N and O
11, 18, 2 and 3
Lying on the road
Buried with his pots of coal

C, H, N and O
11, 18, 2 and 3
Lying on the road
Buried with his pots of coal