Clear a path Stand aside We're carrying the torch now There's no stopping us This is not a one way road You're headed for the dead end You might think you're everything to everyone Look at where your ignorance has brought you The truth hurts (The truth

Jump all you can And you got out your right foot The sooner you get out In your hide away I might be left dead Serves a place and time I plan on never waking up Side of the road Get out the way

Chasing you It's the only thing I want to do But now I'm facing you What the hell am I supposed to do (I was there) I was there Broken down on the side of the road It'd be nice if you could help me out I drove for miles to the place I was told

Hang with the locals at the Quiet Mon Where you can be a tourist, a beach bum, or a star And be as you are Drive a little while on the wrong side of the road Get this laying low off to a flying start Play my guitar in the Caribbean sun Man, I could use a

They say immigrants steal the hubcaps Of the respected gentlemen They say it would be wine an' roses If England were for Englishmen again Well I saw a dirty overcoat At the foot of the pillar of the road Propped inside was an old man Whom time would not

The world turned upside down I am not throwin’ away my shot Down, down, down ‘Til the world turns upside down The battle of Yorktown seventeen-eighty-one Monsieur Hamilton Monsieur Lafayette

You seemed so sweet at the start But the start's all wrong You say you speak from your heart But your heart's all gone Yeah your heart's all gone Take off the gloves We fell in love by the side of the road This desert will break you down The veins you cut

And American honey Blowin' in the wind Callin' out my name like a long lost friend Oh I miss those days as the years go by There's a wild, wild whisper Oh nothing's sweeter than summertime She grew up on a side of the road Where the church bells ring and

There's a long straight road, out of the cold And we can leave it all behind I wanna get outside, baby, let's get outside I wanna get outside, outside, of me There's something out there There you are dancing at your altar Beautiful earthling, dressed in

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