We passed the storeswe passed the hotels
Filled our car with gasoline
We drove that nightI 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? i
Sn’t that what you would call it?
You’re my road buddybut I’m lonely all the time
I thought we’d be jokinghaving 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 bird is rusty
I thought we’d find ecah story like a snakeskin or an arrowhead
But we onlys top at fastfood places
They hate thier jobsI understand
They try to act familiarbut they’re floating just above the land
And we are all floating
You’re my road buddybut I’m lonely all the time
I thought we’d show that friendship could be stronger than the crossroads
Double back I thought I heard the tori sing
I’ll take that thing
This is not a romance with the road
In 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 saidmy friend and I going on a trip so I could only stop a minute
We go to the venting machines
I want to watch these kids with their mothersipping on their juice boxes and
Smiling at each other
And maybe that’s their dad on the phone
Sayinghey monyou couldn’t waitgo aheadhave dinner’cause werre running
Just a little late
But we’re on our way
Road buddyroad buddyI heard about the boxcars and the family of travelers
But there’s real estate sides in the cornfields 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