Man On The Road

Packed my things onto a little truck
Snuck it in the carpool lane
Picking diamonds in a state of shock
Driving families insane

They say they’re splitting the atom
And the universe shatters
Strings and dimensions at random
And the chosen don’t matter

I can never go home he says
‘Cause home is where it hurts
I once was and always will be alone he says
In the glittering dust

All my traveling
My unraveling
The scores I’ve had to keep on
Whose floors I got to sleep on
All the meandering
And the wandering
It made me what I am now
And I am just a man on the road

Man on the road
In a three-piece suit
One last ride
With a beautiful route
He will stand tall
Stick to his opinions
Won’t take an obsolete order
From the Soviet Union

Man on the road
He won’t look back
He’s got a dreadful ghost in the backseat
With a six-beer pack

All the mingling
All the jingling
The coins that I got tossed at
In the towns where I was stopped at
All the scrambling
All the rambling
It made me what I am now
And I am just a man on the road
It made me what I am now
And I am just a man on the road
It made me what I am now
And I am just a man on the road