I was riding down the highway when I thought I spotted someone in the road
I said, "You going my way?"
And he turned his head and said, "Man, I don't know."
So I asked about his government and he turned his head and then began to laugh
And I asked him, "What you running from?"
And he said, "My man, I'm running from my past."
And we laughed aloud, and sang aloud
And then we drank a brew
I didn't think a thought about Mr. Brown, he's through.
I heard the loud, marching sound, of a revolution coming through.
There's no need to come around unless you're true.
Someone in the road
Well we kept on driving down that road for about an hour and a half.
The way that we were moving left half myself reflecting in the past.
Tired of endless talking, stopped the car and started walking down a path.
Lifted spirits to my heart, Lord knows that anger never lasts.
And we laughed aloud, and sang aloud
And then we drank a brew
I didn't think a thought about Mr. Brown, he's through.
I heard the loud, marching sound, of a revolution coming through.
There's no need to come around unless you're true.
Someone in the road
I said, "You going my way?"
And he turned his head and said, "Man, I don't know."
So I asked about his government and he turned his head and then began to laugh
And I asked him, "What you running from?"
And he said, "My man, I'm running from my past."
And we laughed aloud, and sang aloud
And then we drank a brew
I didn't think a thought about Mr. Brown, he's through.
I heard the loud, marching sound, of a revolution coming through.
There's no need to come around unless you're true.
Someone in the road
Well we kept on driving down that road for about an hour and a half.
The way that we were moving left half myself reflecting in the past.
Tired of endless talking, stopped the car and started walking down a path.
Lifted spirits to my heart, Lord knows that anger never lasts.
And we laughed aloud, and sang aloud
And then we drank a brew
I didn't think a thought about Mr. Brown, he's through.
I heard the loud, marching sound, of a revolution coming through.
There's no need to come around unless you're true.
Someone in the road