What Happens on the Road Always Comes Home

We all know why you are still hanging on to this
 Either to run away from your family
 Or to be something you can no longer be
 I think maybe time has caught up with you
 And it's time to get your priorities straight
 And to take what you've learned and pass it down
 And those old men, they lied to us
 What happens on the road always comes home
 And if it didn't, then there is no point
 Other than narrowly avoiding divorce three or so times a year
 With no life lived to show for it
 Sometimes, I want to live again
 Just like the kids I traveled with
 Oh, so much more to do, so much more to see
 But, I think maybe time has caught up with me
 You see, when her eyes light up
 It all seems so trivial to ever leave again
 I will never leave again