There we were on the road again,
I think about it every now and then.
Doesn't matter who wrote this one,
Cause it's on tape and the song is sung.
Every time I pick up a pen,
The same stories start flowing again.
At the touch she's still in my mind.

What can you do?
Will the road ever get to you?
I guess a home is only where you lie.

So take what you get
And what comes later we'll just forget and
The face is the same.
When he's scrounging for pocket change,
I can't help but laugh out loud.
To see your stupid face in the crowd
And it takes me away.

Every trick is the slight of the hand
And you can't pull one over on this man,
Cause he's seen it all before.
Don't matter what you done cause he's done it before.
Supposed to think you're not for me,
And all I need is to be free.
And the music will take them away.

What can you do?
Will the road ever get to you?
I guess a home is only where you lie.

So take what you get
And what comes later we'll just forget it
The face is the same.
When he's scrounging for pocket change,
I can't help but laugh out loud
To see your stupid face in the crowd
And it takes me away.

Oh...

Takes me away-hey...