A Road Song

We're still in Wisconsin
 As far as I know
 Today was Green Bay
 And tomorrow's Chicago
 Wish I was lying
 But there isn't much to report
 My phone is dying
 So I've got to keep it short
 I just wanted to say
 Hey, I've been writing you a road song
 It's a cliché
 But hey
 That doesn't make it so wrong
 And in between the stops at the Cracker Barrel
 And forty movies with Will Farrell
 I need some way to occupy my time
 So I'm writing you a road song
 I sure hope you don't mind
 I bought you
 A light blue T-shirt last night
 From some band
 I couldn't stand but their logo is all right
 Some kid threw a bottle on stage
 He had an arm like a pro
 I know it's getting late
 I guess I should let you go
 But did I happen to say
 Hey, I've been writing you a road song
 Don't run away
 Because, hey
 I promise it won't be too long
 And I know it's not what you'd call necessary
 And I know that I'm no Steve Perry
 And even if you roll your eyes and groan
 I'm still writing you a road song
 That you can call your own