Hearts ain't gonna, hearts ain't gonna lie Don't take that the wrong way You know what I mean We get along, get along on the outside We're half of the same Won't do this again When love don't feel right Head out the door, but our hearts on the inside

Whatever happens But it ain't easy And we'll kiss before we say 'goodnight' And be happy, anyway We'll have some love along the way We'll look for some words of love to say And smile..mmmmm It may happen anyway And whatever happens

Moving right along to the next big city Highway vagabonds, living like hippies Okay, jump off the exit Truck stop, rest stop, next stop Texas Caravan like a wild west show I don't care, man, as long as we go Get off one and get on the other Highway,

Maybe we can go a little wild and freestyle Hey, it ain't nothing wrong Just making it up as we go along Find a little rock 'n' roll hallelujah Throw your hands up high Let the speed remove your pain Singing hey, hey, hey We can do it old school, ABC

That real good feeling, the kind that makes you wanna sing I don't mind being on my own, but I would love it if you came along So we can live it easy, living easy, that real good feeling, living easy 'Cause you know I'm never in a rush I like my living

Bring you all along with me Will we need it? When the war ends, yeah We'll wonder what it was about And when we grow old, yeah We'll all wonder how we missed out I've got soulful days to counter evil ways Shed me from the universe Carry me from life

Just like the cigarettes hurt I guess I'm never gonna learn Just like the whiskey burns, whoa wohoa I am rock and roll, living a life we can only dream of They said that self destruction I stopped below and for along My only home is the bottom of the

Aboard the Thailand Express We'll hit the stops along the way We're on the train to Bangkok We only stop for the best Our first stop is in Bogotà To check Columbian fields The natives smile and pass along A sample of their yield Sweet Jamaican pipe dreams

Aboard the Thailand Express We'll hit the stops along the way We're on the train to Bangkok We only stop for the best Our first stop is in Bogotà To check Columbian fields The natives smile and pass along A sample of their yield Sweet Jamaican pipe dreams

Where do we go from here? God have mercy And should we really care? The end is finally here People have round shoulders from fairing heavy loads And the soldiers liberate them, laying mines along their roads Sorrow paid for valor is too much to recall Of