The Rounds

In a little while

I'll be leaving town

But I hope I'll see you again

Someday

Out in the wild

Bury hatchets in the flying clouds

All over these maps

These rock and roll saps we play

So come on down

Get your feet off the ground

And move to the shaky sounds

Of a band just making the rounds

And you just learn the guitar

In a mirror, you practice your every move

'Cause out on the road, you know you will be

Someday

Thousands of miles

In the hands of these foreign crowds

All over these maps

These rock and roll traps we play

So come on down

Get your feet off the ground

And bend to the shaky sounds

Of a band just making the rounds

So put on your crown

Get your feet off the ground

And dance to the freaky sounds

Of a band just making the rounds