Matt Costa - The Road lyrics

The number of surf riders keeps growing and growing And we cling to our tried and true and You know we're creatures of comfort and We find our patterns and stick to what we know best But there's a big wide beautiful world out there For those that want it, it's out there Don't talk, don't say nothin' I've just packed my things and I'm headed for somethin' Where I'm goin' well I don't really know The road is callin' so I've got to go Yes, the road is callin' so I've got to go We bid farewell as the winds blew like hell I said, We'd meet again like some storybook tale But no, we don't talk, we don't say nothin' I just packed my things and go headed for somethin' But where I was headed well, I didn't really see The road was callin' and I was on my way Yes, the road was callin' and I was on my way So don't talk, don't say nothin' I've just grabbed my things and pretend like there's nothin' Between us no more as I walked out the door She closed it behind me and cried on the floor