the road

a loveless marriage in a hateful town

mama i’m broken down

got two hundred dollars no place to call

home

Aggie’s got a cigarette rolled

she says i gotta live twice before

i get old

but i don’t have my eyes set

on anything but the road

the road’s where we’re goin

— not open it’s closed

it’s not goin where it’s supposed to go

but i said i would find a new place to be

and i think a change is all that’s keeping us free

if i close my eyes drivin

and see the drunk reflections hidin

in the rearview mirror

under dirty sheets and nothin but a 

handshake

i realize i haven’t really thought in weeks

we’re goin down the road

and gainin speed

traffic lights are trippin — why can’t i 

get free?

boys in tie dye shirts crossin the street

there’s no more road under our feet

but I think the change is all that’ll set me free