II: The Road Giveth...

I could walk, I could walk for days

Across bridges and old highways

Bare feet, achey bones, skin burnt by the sun

No one around me but a few close friends

No one to tell me how the world is gonna end

Unconcerned with the wars and the bombs, we would run

We'd find a place in history

Carving our names in that old oak tree

Whiskey 'round the fire, now I lay me down to sleep, and

In the morning, I would feel so good

Waking up in the middle of the woods

Legs stretched, palms up, and greeting the dawn

With this song, it goes

Oh, I'll always be angry. I'll never be sober

I'll never grow old

And I, I miss my home, sometimes

But mostly, I don't. Mostly, I don't

I could ride, I could ride this train

Across mountains, and sprawling plains

Blowing smoke and spitting in the wind

And I'd never care what lies ahead

These things are easier done than said

All it takes is a step

Oh, I'll always be angry. I'll never be sober

I'll never grow old

And I, I miss my home, sometimes

But mostly, I don't. Mostly, I don't

So this is it, at long, long last

Beholden to nothing, but the shadow of the past

Well, I'd just let the time pass

Because - living good, living right

Is so much more complex than the black and the white

And I'm not gonna waste my time

I'm not gonna waste my life

I'm gonna keep going. My liver's just fine, thanks

This will never get old

And I, I miss my home, sometimes

But mostly, I don't. Mostly, I don't, No,

I'll always be angry. I'll never be sober

I'll never grow old

And I, I miss my home, except when I don't

And mostly, I don't