Rent Strike - II: The Road Giveth...

I could walk, I could walk for days
Across bridges and old highways
Bare feet, achey bones, skin burnt by the sun
No one around me but a few close friends
No one to tell me how the world is gonna end
Unconcerned with the wars and the bombs, we would run
We'd find a place in history
Carving our names in that old oak tree
Whiskey 'round the fire, now I lay me down to sleep, and
In the morning, I would feel so good
Waking up in the middle of the woods
Legs stretched, palms up, and greeting the dawn
With this song, it goes
Oh, I'll always be angry. I'll never be sober
I'll never grow old
And I, I miss my home, sometimes
But mostly, I don't. Mostly, I don't
I could ride, I could ride this train
Across mountains, and sprawling plains
Blowing smoke and spitting in the wind
And I'd never care what lies ahead
These things are easier done than said
All it takes is a step
Oh, I'll always be angry. I'll never be sober
I'll never grow old
And I, I miss my home, sometimes
But mostly, I don't. Mostly, I don't
So this is it, at long, long last
Beholden to nothing, but the shadow of the past
Well, I'd just let the time pass
Because - living good, living right
Is so much more complex than the black and the white
And I'm not gonna waste my time
I'm not gonna waste my life
I'm gonna keep going. My liver's just fine, thanks
This will never get old
And I, I miss my home, sometimes
But mostly, I don't. Mostly, I don't, No,
I'll always be angry. I'll never be sober
I'll never grow old
And I, I miss my home, except when I don't
And mostly, I don't

Written by:
John Cichy

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