On the Road
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On the road from New York to Denver
Some shit, it might go down
Fifty dollars in my pocket
Hitching on from town to town
And I feel it all pass under me
As I fly the asphalt king
No one will ever get to me
No, no one has what I bring
From Vancouver to Seattle
Feel it grow in my head's womb
Exchange my money at the border
Let it rest in yesterday's tomb
As I feel it settle inside of me
That the way is always clear
No one will ever get to me
No, no one will ever get near
On a scale from one to ten
Describe how well you took it when
I exchanged the river for the sky
And from the mountains to the sea
Is there anyone like me?
I don't think so
When I listen to Bob Dylan
Hear his lines about being free
I kind of wish that I could be him
But more than that, I want to be me
I want to die with all that's dear to me
After I've lived all there is to live
After I've had all there is to have
After I've given all there is to give
After I've given all there is to give
On a scale from one to ten
Describe how well you took it when
I exchanged the river for the sky
And from the mountains to the sea
Is there anyone like me?
I don't think so
No, no