This Time We Got It Right

This time we got it all figured out
 This time we got it right
 Grabbed my guitar, I said "goodbye!", gonna leave a town again
 Back on the bus, hit the road, Lord knows it will ever end
 Life for rambling and rolling with the band
 Through the bright lights of the city, through america's hard lands
 Every storm got a breaking point and the restless souls gotta ride
 There's drama in the city and there's smoke up in the sky
 And those people who walk around, are boundled up inside
 But that ain't us man, we're rolling to the night
 If I was an architect, I'd build your home so strong
 But I'm a troubadour baby, so I invite you to come along
 And I would take my heart out and wear it on my sleeve
 And we can stay as long as we want and we can leave when we wanna leave