Well there we were on the road again I think about it every now and then It doesn't matter who wrote this one Cause it's on tape and the song is sung And every time I pick up a pen The same stories start flowing again At the touch she's still in my mind What can you do? Will the road, it ever get to you (root of it) I guess a home is only where you lie So take what you get And what comes later you'll just forget And the face is the same When you're scrounging for pocket change I can't help but laugh out loud To see your stupid face in the crowd And it takes me away And every trick is the slight of the hand You can't pull one over on this man Because he's seen it all before Don't matter what you done cause he's done it before Supposed to think you're not for me ??? And all I need is to be free And the music will take him away What can you do Will the road, it ever get to you I guess a home is only where you lie You take what you get And what comes later you just forget And the face is the same When you're scrounging for pocket change I can't help but laugh out loud To see your stupid face in the crowd And it takes me away Oh... takes me away