Ramble
All aboard
Ramble Express
Departing Union Station
Destination
Ramble Land
Ramble-Ra-Ramble
Ra-Ra-Ra-Ra-Ra-Ra-Ra-Ramble
Ra-Ra-Ra-Ra-Ra-Ra-Ra-Ramble
On and on and on
Ra-Ramble-Ramble
Ra-Ra-Ra-Ra-Ra-Ra-Ra-Ramble
Ramble-Ra-Ra-Ramble
On and on and on
I've been gone
Far too long
Following that long white line
Trying to find my way back home
But it's hard to see the light
But I can see the light
Flickering in the darkness
Or am I my tripping
Vision's getting blurry
Maybe I'm just seeing things
It ain't really what it seems
Flip on the high beams
Someone's trying to find me
Maybe it's my mind
Playing tricks on me
I've been through some shit homie
They say I'm too fucked up
And think they know me
And I can't change
Too many years living this way
On a freight train running away
Ramble-Ra-Ramble
Ra-Ra-Ra-Ra-Ra-Ra-Ra-Ramble
Ra-Ra-Ra-Ra-Ra-Ra-Ra-Ramble
On and on and on
Ra-Ramble-Ramble
Ra-Ra-Ra-Ra-Ra-Ra-Ra-Ramble
Ramble-Ra-Ra-Ramble
On and on and on
I've been out on the road
For 32 days
And no date to return back home
Off in a zone
Feeling all alone
Thinking about the life
That I left back home
And the friends that I had
that I had to let go
That ain't how it's supposed to be
But that's how it's gonna go
Cause I ain't with that control shit
That thinking you know shit
Believing your own hype
I call it neurosis
Some cats beyond that
Straight up under hypnosis
Comatose, under a spell
And hearing voices
I'm more about speaking up
For the voiceless
And helping people out
Who don't got many choices
I got plenty of friends
In low places
When I need to get away
And escape from the matrix
Ramble-Ra-Ramble
Ra-Ra-Ra-Ra-Ra-Ra-Ra-Ramble
Ra-Ra-Ra-Ra-Ra-Ra-Ra-Ramble
On and on and on
Ra-Ramble-Ramble
Ra-Ra-Ra-Ra-Ra-Ra-Ra-Ramble
Ramble-Ra-Ra-Ramble
On and on and on
All alone
On my own
Again
All alone
On my own
On the road again
Yeah, yeah
I'll be rotting away
Like a high-line pole
Rambling fever in my soul
Giddy-up go
Burning the midnight oil
While you other mother fuckers
Burn aluminum foil
I'm in the royal blue Pete
With the flat top sleep
Steer clear of the beef
But I ain't no punk
You better hear that chief
I've been a hard traveling
Hard gambling, hard rambling
Lord knows the type of shit
I've been unraveling
Ramble-Ra-Ramble
Ra-Ra-Ra-Ra-Ra-Ra-Ra-Ramble
Ra-Ra-Ra-Ra-Ra-Ra-Ra-Ramble
On and on and on
Ra-Ramble-Ramble
Ra-Ra-Ra-Ra-Ra-Ra-Ra-Ramble
Ramble-Ra-Ra-Ramble
On and on and on
Ramble, Ramble
Ra-Ra-Ra-Ramble
On and on and on and on and
Ramble Express
Departing Union Station
Destination
Ramble Land
Ramble-Ra-Ramble
Ra-Ra-Ra-Ra-Ra-Ra-Ra-Ramble
Ra-Ra-Ra-Ra-Ra-Ra-Ra-Ramble
On and on and on
Ra-Ramble-Ramble
Ra-Ra-Ra-Ra-Ra-Ra-Ra-Ramble
Ramble-Ra-Ra-Ramble
On and on and on
I've been gone
Far too long
Following that long white line
Trying to find my way back home
But it's hard to see the light
But I can see the light
Flickering in the darkness
Or am I my tripping
Vision's getting blurry
Maybe I'm just seeing things
It ain't really what it seems
Flip on the high beams
Someone's trying to find me
Maybe it's my mind
Playing tricks on me
I've been through some shit homie
They say I'm too fucked up
And think they know me
And I can't change
Too many years living this way
On a freight train running away
Ramble-Ra-Ramble
Ra-Ra-Ra-Ra-Ra-Ra-Ra-Ramble
Ra-Ra-Ra-Ra-Ra-Ra-Ra-Ramble
On and on and on
Ra-Ramble-Ramble
Ra-Ra-Ra-Ra-Ra-Ra-Ra-Ramble
Ramble-Ra-Ra-Ramble
On and on and on
I've been out on the road
For 32 days
And no date to return back home
Off in a zone
Feeling all alone
Thinking about the life
That I left back home
And the friends that I had
that I had to let go
That ain't how it's supposed to be
But that's how it's gonna go
Cause I ain't with that control shit
That thinking you know shit
Believing your own hype
I call it neurosis
Some cats beyond that
Straight up under hypnosis
Comatose, under a spell
And hearing voices
I'm more about speaking up
For the voiceless
And helping people out
Who don't got many choices
I got plenty of friends
In low places
When I need to get away
And escape from the matrix
Ramble-Ra-Ramble
Ra-Ra-Ra-Ra-Ra-Ra-Ra-Ramble
Ra-Ra-Ra-Ra-Ra-Ra-Ra-Ramble
On and on and on
Ra-Ramble-Ramble
Ra-Ra-Ra-Ra-Ra-Ra-Ra-Ramble
Ramble-Ra-Ra-Ramble
On and on and on
All alone
On my own
Again
All alone
On my own
On the road again
Yeah, yeah
I'll be rotting away
Like a high-line pole
Rambling fever in my soul
Giddy-up go
Burning the midnight oil
While you other mother fuckers
Burn aluminum foil
I'm in the royal blue Pete
With the flat top sleep
Steer clear of the beef
But I ain't no punk
You better hear that chief
I've been a hard traveling
Hard gambling, hard rambling
Lord knows the type of shit
I've been unraveling
Ramble-Ra-Ramble
Ra-Ra-Ra-Ra-Ra-Ra-Ra-Ramble
Ra-Ra-Ra-Ra-Ra-Ra-Ra-Ramble
On and on and on
Ra-Ramble-Ramble
Ra-Ra-Ra-Ra-Ra-Ra-Ra-Ramble
Ramble-Ra-Ra-Ramble
On and on and on
Ramble, Ramble
Ra-Ra-Ra-Ramble
On and on and on and on and
Credits
Writer(s): Felicia Kalani
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