I spend time on the road
Sometimes with the band
sometimes alone


I can't do anything
of real use or meaning
So I keep on leaving

Well, I've no excuse
for this mind of mine
that I don't use

Chances are I'll die here tonight,
among you people I don't know
doing things that I've been told
can kill me

Well, I know I should feel like a fool
But I don't. Cause what you do in life,
comes back to you in time...tenfold

Well, I spend time on the road
I've got some good friends,
some I barely know

A Georgia peach (in) season(?)
Rickard shades in Cleveland(?)
That's why I keep on leaving

But I've no excuse for a heart of stone
that can't stand staying home

But before I die here
some advice for you people just like me
afraid to say those things
that we're all thinking of

The only difference between life
and death is breathing
So break some hearts, break some bones,
break bread with the devil

And always take the long way home

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