Time and the open road
Nothing in my bag, nowhere to go
I saw you painting signs, dressed in your fancy clothes
I took another road.
Burning matches, lighting fires
Run into ice water.
My hands aren't tired and your shoes are brand new.
Honestly, I'd honestly be, some place a little more free
Where the old trees grow.
Honest as honest can be, what's a missed opportunity?
Not on the open road.
Take me west where stars can breathe
Take me west where stars can breathe
Oh take me west where stars can breathe
Oh take me west where stars can breathe