On The Road.
I was raised by a railway track,
On the wrong side of town.
Father was a working man,
Face a hard worn frown.
Freight yards were my playing fields,
Dodging loco's wheels.
Trains passed by, I read the signs.
Places seemed unreal.
At 15 years I took my chance,
Hid on a train going any place.
When it stopped, and I got off,
Noone knew my face.
Open skies are in my eyes,
I'll never settle down,
I may arrive but I'll soon be gone,
Heading out of town.
So don't you try and hold my coat
I won't be slowed I'm on the road.
When I die by a dusty track,
I'll be on my own.
I'm alone inside my head
That's the way its gonna be.
Moving on from place to place,
Is the nearest to be free.
Horizon's call and beckon me.
Whatever's there, I've gotta see.
I'm on the road with the lightest load.
I'm on the road.