I must admit it looks as though there's not much use denying
I never should have taken to the road the way I did
just accepting it as a destiny I'd
probably go down trying to piece together
what I swear I saw more clearly as a kid
through the rocky roads and the emptiness
and the love I've seen some money
and up against it solid I've been down and I've
been out
I had an act together more or less
went foolish and feel funny about a
hostile town or two behind me I still
left but I'm not too surprised to see it
rolling around again like some
conscious driven clockwork off the wall
the wasted
time and dignity for telling that you just don't see
the trade-offs left you
nothing much at all
she said get out of here don't keep in touch
slow suicide you drink too much
and I don't wanna see you do yourself the way you do
just how many times before I've heard that woman
close the door behind me
presently of age me but it sure as hell ain't new
and let tomorrow put new distance
on the road again
it's not romantic it's a ball
it feels so good to go
just shake it up and let the peace fall
just shake it up and let the pieces fall
the peace fall