Get these wheels rollin’ down the road Find us a couple cold beers to hold Let that moonlight kiss your skin Like I’m about to do again and again Don’t matter where we set the party down Underneath the stars or the lights of town In a car, in a bar, girl

I am not alone Not beaten down just yet I am not afraid Of the voices in my head And down the darkest road Something follows me This misery loves my company Misery loves my company I don’t need your condescending

The answer is blowin' in the wind The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind How many roads must a man walk down Before you call him a man? How many seas must a white dove sail Before she sleeps in the sand? How many times must the cannon balls fly

Give me something What you say tells me nothing What’s the truth, give me something Take me down a road I believe in Lost the way, lost all reason Search the past for redemption Broken glass, no reflection Take me to a place I believe in Lost my way,

Down for the count Look into your eyes I'm helpless And I'm drownin' in ‘em In New York, you can be a new man And the sky's the Hey hey hey hey (ohh, I do I do I do I)

I journey through this frozen land on my own There's no shelter anywhere down the road When this mystic wanderer comes around And the dying hope in my heart starts to grow The dying hope in my heart starts to grow, starts to grow This vagrant offers help

You'll never walk alone These days nothing ever feels like home You say you're driving down a one way road If you see the day only for the night Do you see the darkness in the middle of the light? Feel your heart break You're not the only one, you know

Startin' with me If only I'd have known That later on down the road I'd look back and not like what I see If I had a dime For half the things I did That didn't make no sense at all I'd be living a little higher on the hog I'd have changed a lot of things

To this railroad track But I'll come back to you someday To you, to you, to you someday If you've got visions of the past Let them follow you down And I found myself attached All of these ghost towns I keep traveling through All of these traffic signs

Ridin’ down the highway Who wants to be the DJ I’ll find a spot on the side of the road You find something on the radio A real, real good song We'll know it when it comes on We had no money and no place to go All we needed was a radio Seventeen, the only