The Road

Lit out from Texas
 Crossed the ancient ocean floor
 Wearing down the lanes
 Stamped like footprints on the floor
 It's easier to stay
 If you know what you're staying for
 Passing tumbleweed and cotton seed
 Another mega store
 Woah New Mexico
 We're climbing again
 The best license plate of any state
 A road that finally bends
 Flagstaff the blistered pass
 Kingman then descend
 To the lost Colorado
 Walking slowly like a friend
 Lately I've been thinking
 Of all the time that I waste thinking
 I'm just happy to be on the road again
 And there is nothing like direction
 To soften the connection
 I'm just happy
 To be on
 The road again
 The state where I was born
 The hills of California
 Semis and endless skies
 The desert's lonesome form
 Eyes are closing
 Mojave's frozen
 I'm wishing I was warm
 The roadside sleep turns tireless
 My dear California
 I look right to see
 The miles of fruit trees
 Whipping by in perfect
 Dizzying geometry
 The tears are all but falling
 My hometown is softly calling
 I've never wanted anything more
 Than to pee
 And I just can't wait to get there
 No I just can't wait to get there
 Oh, well everything's gonna be better
 Yeah I just can't wait to get there
 Well I'm painfully aware
 That I'm a brush of a hair
 Away from dying
 At the slip of a wheel
 And it's maddening and taxing
 As I turn up my distractions
 To know that slipping
 Is just part
 Of the deal
 Lately I've been thinking
 Of all the time that I waste thinking
 I'm just happy to be on the road again
 And there is nothing like direction
 To soften the connection
 I'm just happy
 To be on
 The road again
 They say write what you know
 So we write songs of the road
 They say write what we know
 So we rhyme elbow and buffalo
 They say write something new
 Write what's right in front you
 Even when I close my eyes I see
 The black top in front of me
 Rushing by coarse and dry
 I only see the road