Road Buddy

(albüm: End Of The Summer - 1997)

We passed the stores, we passed the hotels
Filled our car with gasoline
We drove that night, I saw the moon
Almost got us in an accident
And then at the rest stop
When that woman tried to steal my wallet
It felt like an adventure
Isn't that what you would call it?
Well, isn't that what you would call it?
You're my road buddy, but I'm lonely all the time
I thought that we'd be joking, having long talks on late night drives
But you drive so bad I lost my patience
So pass the chips and turn the station
This is not a romance with the road

Where the moss grows up the trees
To where the dirt is rusty red
I thought we'd find each story like a snakeskin or an arrowhead
But we only stop at fast-food places
They hate their jobs, I understand
I try to act familiar, but they're floating just above the land
And we are all floating
You're my road buddy, but I'm lonely all the time
I thought we'd show that friendship could be stronger than the crossroads devil
But I thought I heard the tollman sing
I'll take that thing you got from me
This is not a romance with the road

And those cliffs are the same as in the magazines I have at home
And the tall grass reminds me of the same dreams I had at home
I thought life was a road, and I wanted to begin it
I said, my friend and I going on a trip so I can only stop a minute
We go to the vending machines
I want to watch these kids with their mother, sipping on their juice boxes
And smiling at each other
And maybe that's their dad on the phone
Saying, hey mom, you shouldn't wait, go ahead, have dinner
'Cause were running just a little late
But we're on our way

Road buddy, road buddy
I heard about the boxcars and the family of travellers
But there's real estate signs in the cornfield stubble
I know there's love, I bet there's trouble
But you just can't spend a lifetime on the road
And there's something I finally faced
I finally think I come from someplace
This is not a romance with the road