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The RoadTo the east to the eastThe road beneath my feet To the west to the west I haven't got there yet And to the north to the north Never to be caught To the south to the south My time is running out Ever since my childhood I've been scared I've been afraid Of being trapped by circumstance and staying in one place So I always keep a small bag full of clothes carefully stored Somewhere secret somewhere safe And somewhere close to the door Well I've traveled many countries I've washed my feet in many seas I've drunk with drifters in Vienna and with punks in old dc And I've driven across deserts driven by the irony That only being shackled to the the road could ever I be free To the east to the east The road beneath my feet To the west to the west I haven't got there… |