On the Road

ime has moved so fast
that we're not living in the 80's anymore
All the friends I've gathered
along the way
Have slowly started to disappear
one...by...one

And this old pattern
of moving from job to job
Is getting boring
So turn up the radio
and drive another 100 miles

I'm still filling up this old backpack
with silver tins of sand
from all the beaches I've been to
So many different places...

If you asked me where home is
I'd tell you I don't know
'cause I've been to Albuquerque
Japan and everywhere else
around this globe

I'm a wanderer
My home is the road