There was a road We travelled far By train, airplane or car We'd find a home Away from home Another open door was never very far
Oh, how I miss the winding curve Guessing what's beyond the bend All the melodies we heard From strangers and friends
Oh, how the road came to an end A cul-de-sac, a bungalow and a big old empty bed Oh, how the road came to an end The vagabond, the recluse once again
There was a time We moved so fast From city, town, below the overpass Reading signs Chasing yellow lines Tracing fingers over gas station maps We'd drink our coffee at the pie shop Or tequila in the tall grass All the motel curtains drawn As the neon signs flashTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
