We passed the stores, we passed the hotels Filled our car with gasoline We drove that night, I saw the moon Almost got us in an accident And then at the rest stop When that woman tried to steal my wallet It felt like an adventure Isn't that what you would call it? Isn't that what you would call it? You're my road buddy, but I'm lonely all the time I thought that we'd be joking, having long talks on late night drives But you drive so bad I lost my patience So pass the chips and turn the station This is not a romance with the road
Where the moss grows up the trees To where the dirt is rusty red I thought we'd find each story like a snakeskin or an arrowhead But we only stop at fast-food places They hate their jobs, I understand I try to act familiar, but they're floating just above the land And we are all floating You're my road buddy, but I'm lonely all the time I thought we'd show that friendship could be stronger than the crossroads devil But I thought I heard the tollman sing, I'll take that thing you got from me This is not a romance with the road
And those cliffs are the same as in the magazines I have at home And the tall grass reminds me of the same dreams I had at home I thought life was a road, and I wanted to begin it I said, my friend and I going on a trip so I can only stop a minute We go to the vending machines, I want to watch these kids with their mother, sipping on their juice boxes and smiling at each other, and maybe that's their dad on the phone, saying, hey mom, you shouldn't wait, go ahead, have dinner 'cause were running just a little late But we're on our way
Road buddy, road buddy I heard about the boxcars and the family of travellers But there's real estate signs in the cornfield stubble I know there's love, I bet there's trouble But you just can't spend a lifetime on the road And there's something I finally faced I finally think I come from someplace This is not a romance with the road Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
