Matt Costa

Matt Costa
The Road

(The number of surf flyers keeps growing, 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 nothing
I've just packed my things and I'm headed for something
Where I'm going, well, I don't really know
The road is calling so I've got to go
Yes, the road is calling 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 nothing
I just packed my things and go headed for something
But where I was headed, well, I didn't really see
The road was calling and I was on my way
Yes, the road was calling and I was on my way

So don't talk, don't say nothing
I've just grabbed my things and pretend like there's nothing
Between us no more as I walked out the door
She closed it behind me and cried on the floor

And I couldn't talk, no, I couldn't say nothing
I just closed my eyes and headed blindly towards something
'Cause where I'm going, well, I don't really know
The road is calling so I've got to go
Yes, the road is calling so I've got to go

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Submitted by keeskees at Fri 21 Feb, 2014 4:26 am

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