Here I am back on the road again
Don't it feel just like my old worst friend
The ne'er do well that a mother prays against
Jack Kerouac meets Huckleberry Finn
Yes I know the ways of this old friend of mine
He's got some good intentions misinterpreted every time
Said "the road is long and winding" but what he really meant
Was the comfort you are seeking will not meet you at the end
Gets me going like a fiddle tune
Don't even know what my feet are doing
Hey, don't fiddlers earn their pay, OK
Green lights all the way to nowhere
Half the fun is in the getting there
And once you figure that out you're on your way
Oh, it's hot out on the road today
No cover, no cloud, no chance for escape
Except that 18 wheeler on the straight-away
So I pull up, match his speed and steal some shade
Guess I got me the Gypsy virus
No cure for the ramblin-itis
Except some asphalt and some days, fine days
Green lights all the way to nowhere
Half the fun is just in getting there
And once you figure that out you're on your way
The road can give you fortunes that are yours to use or keep
Or it can take your very life if it lulls you off to sleep
But so can any style of life or friend that you might choose
So being dead and friendless, man that's the only way to lose
Tomorrow shines like a gold doubloon
You could have it if you wanted to
You just have to hold your mouth the right way, that's the way
Green lights all the way to nowhere
All the fun is just the getting there
And once you figure that out you're on your way
Well I'd best be on, Well I think I'm on, I'm finally on my way