On The Road

When the sun dropped away 'neath the roofs of the moons bright blue

I had already turned my back to where I was once grew

I was standing on the street, trying to flag a ride

And at the break of dawn I was clearly out of sight

I'm on the road, on the road and a long way from my home

I'm on the road, on the road, where the lonely use to roam

And in the end when I'm gone and my friends, they are old and grey

Let them carve in my tombstone that I've been on my way

I was ramblin' through the lanes and nightclubs of Paris

There was no sad-eyed sailor or bum that I did not see

Twenty robbers on the meadow and two lovers in an easy chair

They asked me where I wanna go and I said everywhere

I'm on the road, on the road and a long way from my home

I'm on the road, on the road, where the lonely use to roam

And in the end when I'm gone and my friends, they are old and grey

Let them carve in my tombstone that I've been on my way

On a ship to New York I met a girl from the Isle of Skye

She had scars on her skin but freedom in her eyes

For seven nights and days we danced in Atlantic Rain

And after two cold days in New York town we flew to the coast of Rio De Janeiro

I was the road, on the road and a long way from my home

I was the road, on the road, where the lonely use to roam

And in the end when I'm gone and my friends, they are old and grey

Let them carve in my tombstone that she had a place for me to stay

Yeah she had a place for me to stay

She had a place for me to stay