(Willy Braun)



I saw the same old streets for far too long

I put the rubber on the road

I left it all behind

And now paid with memories

Those streets are long since gone

Rubber on the road & the blood inside.



And I've been around this land of opportunity

The road is hard and it don't offer up immunity

I've rode this country hard, from sea to shining sea

I've shared a dance with Lady Liberty.



I broke down despite my prayers

Full tilt and half the way

The rubber on the road & the blood inside

But I ain't got far to go

I'll leave ‘er where she lay

Keep the rubber on the road & the blood inside.



Because wealth of matter has never made much sense to me

And It's bought a lot of souls and never has it set one free

I shed a couple tears but never did I grieve

I walked away and left the keys.



And I'll ketch me the midnight ghost

We'll roll down that Western Coast

Fields of green

Valleys of wine

St. Theresa, don't you worry

We'll make it on time.



We're there before we know

Just watch this Grey Ghost go

Steel on the tracks & the hammer down

Things used to move so slow

These days it's roll man roll

Steel on the tracks & the hammer down.



And it's bound to take its toll

Out runnin' wild and livin' free

And I've done some growing up

But I never lost the child in me

We're tossin' dice at things

That might not ever be

All just to see what I can see, yea.



And I'll ketch me the midnight ghost

We'll roll down that Western Coast

Fields of green

Valleys of wine

St. Theresa, don't you worry

We'll make it on time.



Well I know that it can't last

Someday this ride will stall

Rubber on the road & the blood inside

'Cause even mighty mountains

Someday might crumble & fall

Keep the rubber on the road & the blood inside.



Finding out the hard way

Don't leave school with much validity

And livin' hand to mouth

Don't leave room for much nobility

We know the end is near

But not when it will be

Or is it close enough to see, yea.



And I'll ketch me the midnight ghost

We'll roll down that Western Coast

Fields of green

Carmel wine

St. Theresa, don't you worry

St. Theresa, don't you worry

St. Theresa, don't you worry

We'll make it on time...