We’re still in Wisconsin As far as I know Today was Green Bay and Tomorrow Chicago Wish I was lying But there isn’t much to report My phone is dying So I got to keep it short
I just wanted to say, hey I’ve been writing you a road song It’s a cliché but hey That doesn’t make it so wrong And in between the stops at the Cracker Barrel And funny movies with Will Farrell I need someway to occupy my time So I’m writing you a road song I sure hope you don’t mind
I bought you a light blue T-shirt last night From some band I couldn’t stand but There logo was all right Some kid threw a bottle on stage He had an arm like a pro I know it’s getting late I guess I should let you go
But did I happen to say hey I’ve been writing you a road song Don’t run away cause hey I promise it won’t be too long And I know it’s not what you’d call necessary And I know that I’m no Steve Perry Even if you roll your eyes and groan I’m still writing you a road song That you can call your own