Of the waters of March, It's the joy in your heart And the riverbank talks It's the end of a strain A stick, a stone, It's the end of the road, The foot, the ground, The flesh and the bone, The beat of the road,

For the road It's quarter to three There's no-one in the place 'Cept You and me. So set 'em up Joe, I've got a little story I think you should know We're drinking my friend, To the end of a brief episode

None of y'all niggas can see me Runnin' 'round with the paper bag Goin' crazy spendin' all this cash A nigga don't need a seatbelt Catch a body in broad day I got the key to the city I got a hoe that's saddity Talk to that bitch in Swahili Tattoo my name

I hope you're the last word I ever utter It's never your time to go I hope you're the end of my story I hope you're as far as it goes Sometimes this road that we travel Feels like it's leading us on And spinning our wheels just stirs up the gravel Before

And I can't take this Keep talking while I'm walking away You can say what you have to say 'Cause my mind's made up anyway Lets go ya'll These people are running off at the mouth Trying to convince me that I'm running on empty Trying to convince

And the story ends Still waiting for the chance So out of nowhere it will rise Oh, and another journey starts Heart of dragon lies Insanity said coldly What can I do On this road to nowhere At the edge of time

My kind of lady And nothin' under the sun of moon Can make us be apart We're making plans and holding hands just like before We'll try again, we'll make amends along the road It's fellin' good, just like it should, this time we know We'll share each

Let it pass on the side of the road What a friend could tell me now Something better than this Someplace I'd like to go To let all I've learned Tell me what I know About the kind of life I never thought I'd live Till the ugly truth

It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right I hope you had the time of your life Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to go So make the best of this test and don't ask why It's not a

Like a swarm of flies colliding with a moving windshield So are our lives on this never-ending road I have left behind my mark only to be later washed away And was consumed with the allure despite the inevitable decay When did the road that I'm on become