I'm driving and I'm wonderin what it is I'm runnin from again 

I feel like an eighty year old man but I'm holdin on to twenty nine 

And up ahead on that horizon is the California line. 



Now I've had enough of this freedom of the road 

Never was good with decisions 

Least that's what I've been told 



Up ahead a truck's carryin a wide load 

A pre-fab house cut in half 

Cute little front door and two windows 

I'm not sure whether to cry or should I laugh 

You see I broke a home up myself once when I stumbled to that door 

I read that note by the dawns light 

Said don't you come round here anymore 



Now I've had enough of this freedom 

Of the road 

Never was good with decisions that's what I've been told 

I've been holdin on to this ticket cause one day I'll pass this toll 

Magic road grant your freedom to some one else for I'll be comin home 



There'll be no more pay per view movies in these economy motels 

No more trash in my back seat from micky d's or taco bell 

No more layin my trump card for the ladies in the lounge 

I think I'll leave a little somethin for the next travelin man to scrounge 



I know there's got to be someone out there 

Who thinks I still have my home 

I got his picture right here in my back pocket 

Along with some rocks I found in Arizona I want to show him 

I know I'll return to that awkward silence 

And so much work I've never known 

But I know this man must make amends 

Cause I known my traveling days are done. 



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