India France - On The Road

I'm on the road at home with you
I'm on the road at home with you
We made our home a 1969 Chevelle in blue
I felt the shivers of the morning fog on the window
When I woke up next to you
And I got blisters on the inside of my fingers
From holding the wheel the whole night through
We made it back to the city
And I dreamt of shame and pity when I lost you
There's nothing else to do now
Except drink and go to sleep
And hope that I'll dream of being on the road with you
And our biggest mistake was driving past New Orleans
I didn't even miss my bed
Or the promised warm meals
As we were driving you said that these will be the stories
That we will tell our children when we're in our forties
We made it to the city
And I dreamt of pain and pity when I lost you
There's nothing else to do now
Except drink and go to sleep
And hope that I'll dream that I'm
I'm on the road at home with you
I'm on the road at home with you
We made our home a 1969 Chevelle in blue
I can recall the rest-breaks
And the grey, blue and white days
Getting sick of one cassette
Remember our friends at the gas stop
The two boys in the hardtop
You had the winning hand for a pack of cigarettes
We made it back to the city
And I dreamt of heartbreak and pity when I lost you
There's nothing else to do now
Except drink and go to sleep
And hope that I'll dream that I'm
I'm on the road at home with you
I'm on the road at home with you
We made our home a 1969 Chevelle in blue
And everything was repetitive
But I still loved the way we lived
Drunk and stoned
And making our way through
But I'm at home
I'm at home
On the road with you

Written by:
Clementine Bevan, India De Boisgelin

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