Freedom of the Road

In a westerly direction this car is my train I'm driving and I'm wonderin what it is I'm runnin from again I feel like an eighty year old man but I'm holdin on to twenty nine And up ahead on that horizon is the California line. Now I've had enough of this freedom of the road Never was good with decisions Least that's what I've been told Up ahead a truck's carryin a wide load A pre-fab house cut in half Cute little front door and two windows I'm not sure whether to cry or should I laugh You see I broke a home up myself once when I stumbled to that door I read that note by the dawns light Said don't you come round here anymore Now I've had enough of this freedom Of the road Never was good with decisions that's what I've been told I've been holdin on to this ticket cause one day I'll pass this toll Magic road grant your freedom to some one else for I'll be comin home There'll be no more pay per view movies in these economy motels No more trash in my back seat from micky d's or taco bell No more layin my trump card for the ladies in the lounge I think I'll leave a little somethin for the next travelin man to scrounge I know there's got to be someone out there Who thinks I still have my home I got his picture right here in my back pocket Along with some rocks I found in Arizona I want to show him I know I'll return to that awkward silence And so much work I've never known But I know this man must make amends Cause I known my traveling days are done. Chorus