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

All the wasted words I said In all the cities that I left The last act of our precious play Must not close with regret (regret) All the wasted words There are days when sorrow seems never-ending Like the countless roads upon which I've driven The price

You and me could Baby, you and me could leave right now Ditch all your friends, the guy you came with Get to know you where it ain't so loud Just you and me alone on some old moonlit road But the two of us could disappear Just say the word and get out of

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

Evil woman (what an evil woman) Evil woman (such an evil woman) You made a fool of me But them broken dreams have got to end Hey, woman, you got the blues 'Cause you ain't got no one else to use There's an open road that leads nowhere So just make some

Welcome to the breakdown Welcome to the end of the road Like a ghost haunts from beyond the grave This is a breakdown And we've got nowhere else to go We'll be standing here holding our ground, come what may We've got nowhere else to go All hail, the

Blink back, to let me know It was always you Falling for me Now there's always time Calling for me I'm the light blinking at the end of the road (It was always you) When the world gets too heavy Put it on my back

Flame thrower You're on the run from the stun of the flame thrower Look to the sky and face the sun You better try to race against the gun Nothing to rival This heavy load Pray for survival End of the road Don't you believe you stand a chance in hell

Every back road, we've ever gone down Friday night bleachers, Sunday pews Ain't a county line mile without a memory of you Every whisper, every room, I walk in Every time the bartender fills it up again Everybody knows why I'm here, and you ain't around

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,