Today's the fourth of July. Another June has gone by. And when they light up our town I just think. What a waste of gunpowder and sky. . I'm certain I am alone.
Alone with the morning burning red. On the canvas in my head, painting a picture of you. And me driving across country, in a dusty old RV. Just the road and its majesty.
So, it comes to the end of the day. And I'm checking out of my hotel room today. It's been two years since I've seen your face. The girl beside me reminds me how you taste.
Well I been sinking like a rock in this high society. 'Cause all that means so much to them, don't mean shit to me. If I were in to money, fame and power, I'd be sold.
Well, you moved out of my apartment. And you moved out of my old town. And my life has remained so lonely. Since you ain't been around. And to think how far I travelled, honey.
Every time I think I smell that sweet southern rain. It takes me to a station on the long black train. I wanna hear the wind blow and feel the earth move below me.
There's a piggy waitin' outside my door. Who's a knockin' and a yellin' that he's gonna use force. Well, I moved to town just a while ago. But I got in a mess, and I can't lay low.
"Come on boys, let's hit the road!". We left L.A. on Sunday, in Lubbock by Tuesday. That's where we played our second show. Where nobody knew us, so nobody noticed the songs that the band didn't know.
The sun don't burn fast enough for me. In a cloud of smoke my conscience becomes clean. Long and lonesome road, I've traveled to be free. And I carry no one and no one carries me.