On the road to town
dreams always waste his time
like walking into the boulevard,
takes a glance back, walks in,
walks out with a scar and a yard.
On the road to town,
the scar’s all gone now
but he looks a little more round.
Fat fits him at forty two.
I see a little of him in you.
I’m all into you.
I’m all into you.
It seems the sounds and the sins in me
delivered me here
I’m so thrilled to be here.
On the road to town,
My mind wanders up on this place
Then it’s back to the ground
I can’t decide on the scenery
as long as you’re near to me
Sunday, February 27, 1994
On the Road to Town
