The road is unaware of the numbers in your postcode
Doesn't care what you've achieved, seen or done
Next in line, heir to throne
or the nations favorite son
The road will not come to you in visions in the darkness
or send messages from above
There will be no warning of the journey on the road that lies ahead
or alarmcalls to summon you from the depths of your bed
Angels will not fall with dreams cradled in their wings
Choirs will not a**emble on ma** serenade or sin
When the road comes calling, it will find you when alone
Planets will not align, to lead you to the zone
of contemplative thinking where you talk and do nothing more
The road does not keep tally, the streets do not keep scores
Prizes won't be awarded, medals won't be won
[?] darkness devoid of light, first born [?]
[?] raised, now residing in the east
Subject of the city, under profit of the beast
Who knows that “who dares, wins” is a motto, nothing less
“Carpe Diem”, seize the day, count the minutes, use one less
The road is selfish, and the road can be hard
The road can be long, the road can be far
The road will mean struggle, the road will leave scars
The road requires wisdom, the road requires truth
The road will never care about the fire in the booth
You can pa** who he wants
but you'll never raise the roof
until you take time to contemplate
the seriousness of the truth
How can you appreciate happiness
if you know not what sadness is
or the beauty of the moment
and the preludes to a kiss
The anticipation of thought
between conception and truth
My lips loose