Don't talk | Don't say nothing | I just packed my things | And I'm headed for something | Where I'm going | Well, I don't really know | The road is calling | So I've got to go | Yes the road is calling | so ive got to go | We bid farewell | as the winds blew like hell | said we'd meet again | Like some storybook tale | but, no, we don't talk | We don't say nothing | I'll just pack my things | And go headed for something | but where i's headed | well i didnt really say | the road was callin | and i's on my way | yes the road was callin | and i's on my way | So dont talk | dont say nothin | ill just grab my things | and pretend like theres nothin | between us no more | as i walked out the door | she closed it behind me | and cried on the floor | and i couldn't talk | No, I couldnt say nothing | I'll just close my eyes | and head blindley towards something | cuz where I'm going | Well, I don't really know | the road is calling | so i've got to go | Yes, the road is calling | so i've got to go
happy friday everyone... enjoy the weekend. all there is, is an open road...
i'm going to walk it.
matt costa 'the road'
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| originally from jordan-sullivan's flickr |
i'm going to walk it.