Paroles On The Road de The Bowmans

Textes et Paroles de On The Road

Take me away, take me far from this place. We'll find ourselves a little
time each day to break from chores of passion, and play. Take on the
mountains, the deserts and plains. Seek out the faces that threaten to fade.
Our prints in the sand, our names in their hands.

The bumpy road might break your toes, so you will never know. But I'll take my chances, cut my losses. 'Cause I would rather go.

These walls will stay, and they'll never change. Do you really want to salt
that belly ache? Up- up the roots, tear a tear from this ground. If I made
you a window would you jump- or look out?

The road might take a toll on you, so you just need to think things through..
and the money spent might leave you bent so you think it don't make much
sense. But I'll take my chances, cut my losses. 'Cause I would rather go.

Take me away, take me far from this place. We'll find ourselves a little
time each day to break from chores of passion, and play. Take on the
mountains, the deserts and plains. Seek out the faces that threaten to fade. Our prints in the sand, our names in their hands.

One more drink, you're in love with the scene and nowhere else seems
interesting. So I'll drag you baby, 'cause I know what you need. Get out on the road with me.

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