Back on the Road

I'm gettin' into some things

That I can't quite work out

It's like I'm a lone passenger on a twenty-ton ship that's run aground

And if that's the way I'm gonna characterize it

I better get myself back on the road

I better get myself back on the road

I get to talking sometimes

'Bout things that I can't quite explain

I beat the morning traffic to my basement just to chase the feeling on a page away

And if that's the thing I'll be remembered by

I better get myself back on the road

I better get myself back on the road

Back to work, baby, back in the fold

Ooh, ooh

Ooh, ooh

And that's the way I'm gonna characterize it

Ooh, ooh, ooh

Maybe it's the shivers in bed

Or a headache instead

Maybe the body is the lawyer for the spirit in the court of your head

And if that's the way I'm gonna characterize it

Well, I better get myself back on the road

They say air is cleaner out there on the coast

Back to work, baby, back, in the fold

I just arrived, but I've got to go

Ooh, ooh

Ooh, ooh

Ooh, ooh