Let's go back now, to the start:
We wrote our plan in the dirt,
At the station after dark;
But then upon a breeze,
The bus came down,
To take me down the road;
The road with which,
I'm down still waiting for a change.
I know you know it's hard,
To take it in your stride.
With your carefree approach,
But for me, this is something,
That I just can't hide.
Like a begging man, I'm begging,
Scratching from door to door;
In a hope that he might find,
What he's searching for.
Things will change, but not just yet;
This is the place, we're all gonna get.
Roll another, for the road,
To comfort the lonely feeling,
That I now hold.
Things will change, so turn off that;
Please just roll with the punches, until then.
So when I say,
The things that cut you down, like a lumberjack;
I know, they hurt, so, I'm sorry, I take them back.
Things will change, but not just yet;
This is the place, we're all gonna get.
Roll another, for the road,
To comfort the lonely feeling,
That I now hold.
That I hold, Yeah.
Just me and you on a wrong-way track.
Things will change, but not just yet;
This is the place, we're all gonna get.
Roll another, for the road...
Things will change, but not just yet;
This is the place, we're all gonna get.
Roll another, for the road,
To comfort the lonely feeling,
That I now hold.
That I hold, now...
That I hold...
That I hold...
That I hold...
We wrote our plan in the dirt,
At the station after dark;
But then upon a breeze,
The bus came down,
To take me down the road;
The road with which,
I'm down still waiting for a change.
I know you know it's hard,
To take it in your stride.
With your carefree approach,
But for me, this is something,
That I just can't hide.
Like a begging man, I'm begging,
Scratching from door to door;
In a hope that he might find,
What he's searching for.
Things will change, but not just yet;
This is the place, we're all gonna get.
Roll another, for the road,
To comfort the lonely feeling,
That I now hold.
Things will change, so turn off that;
Please just roll with the punches, until then.
So when I say,
The things that cut you down, like a lumberjack;
I know, they hurt, so, I'm sorry, I take them back.
Things will change, but not just yet;
This is the place, we're all gonna get.
Roll another, for the road,
To comfort the lonely feeling,
That I now hold.
That I hold, Yeah.
Just me and you on a wrong-way track.
Things will change, but not just yet;
This is the place, we're all gonna get.
Roll another, for the road...
Things will change, but not just yet;
This is the place, we're all gonna get.
Roll another, for the road,
To comfort the lonely feeling,
That I now hold.
That I hold, now...
That I hold...
That I hold...
That I hold...