Freedom Of The Road

In a westerly direction this car is my train
 I'm driving and I'm wonderin what it is I'm runnin from again
 I feel like an eighty year old man but I'm holdin on to twenty nine
 And up ahead on that horizon is the California line.
 Now I've had enough of this freedom of the road
 Never was good with decisions
 Least that's what I've been told
 Up ahead a truck's carryin a wide load
 A pre-fab house cut in half
 Cute little front door and two windows
 I'm not sure whether to cry or should I laugh
 You see I broke a home up myself once when I stumbled to that door
 I read that note by the dawns light
 Said don't you come round here anymore
 Now I've had enough of this freedom
 Of the road
 Never was good with decisions that's what I've been told
 I've been holdin on to this ticket cause one day I'll pass this toll
 Magic road grant your freedom to some one else for I'll be comin home
 There'll be no more pay per view movies in these economy motels
 No more trash in my back seat from micky d's or taco bell
 No more layin my trump card for the ladies in the lounge
 I think I'll leave a little somethin for the next travelin man to scrounge
 I know there's got to be someone out there
 Who thinks I still have my home
 I got his picture right here in my back pocket
 Along with some rocks I found in Arizona I want to show him
 I know I'll return to that awkward silence
 And so much work I've never known
 But I know this man must make amends
 Cause I known my traveling days are done.
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