Please don't tell me about tommorow,
It's much to far away,
Got a ticket in my fist,
Though the rent may not get paid.
Seem this highway a thousand times,
But it never looks the same,
Things get old, but I get younger,
Can't remember my own name.
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All I need is in my pocket
All I see is the road ahead.
All I want is different places, different places,
And a pair of walking shoes, and a pair of walking shoes.
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The road is like a river,
It drags me in its wake.
Let it shoot me down the rapids,
And the waves will ease my ache.
I got cramps in bits and places,
Just a fighting for my brain.
Can't remember what you look like,
Till I turn away again.
Chorus
And if standing still's the answer,
The question must be wrong.
You can argue if you want to,
But I hope it won't take long.
Please don't tell me about tommorow,
It's much to far away.
Got a ticket in my fist,
Though the Rent may not get paid.
Chorus x3