Freeway Flight

Thought I had enough
Enough of your freeways
Spiraling forever in my mind
Seemed to wind me down
Down enough to hang my head
And write some heavy-hearted songs about it

Oh, how I long for that simple life
Illusions not the truth
Spiraling forever in my mind
Just got back from nowhere
I rode in on the right now train
And I'm gonna hop on the next Greyhound bus
That's gonna take me right back again

Back home ain't no time for playthings
And stuff that a man wants to do
My telephone's ringing
And my mailman keeps bringing me letters that read me my dues

Out on the road my friend
Ain't no other place I could ever rest my head
Now I'm back home again
Work in the morning, in the day and all through the night
Girl, I need a freeway flight

25 years of growing up
Ain't enough for me to deal with your groove
Credits, pay, debt, gain and taxmen
Thanks man, I'll leave that to you

Out on the road my friend
Ain't no other place I could ever rest my head
Now I'm back home again
Work in the morning, in the day and all through the night
Girl, I need a freeway flight