On the road again

It's a crowded space.

Single out my mind.

Give me a few more seconds

to get myself out of the grind.

Get me some good old-fashioned cash

to load my cannons

and take off

to the dream I'm dying to live.

But the time's running out

and the road's long and winding.

And the destination I need

is the road I take.

For thats where I belong

- on the road;

waiting to be back home

on the road again.