Glide

Sometimes I feel it coming,

and there ain't no place to hide

You know there ain't no way to

work it out when it comes from deep inside.

Yer, I confess that the roads been on my mind,

I don't want to cry, I just want to glide.

Now in that time of dying

You're on your own

Maybe you found somebody,

Maybe you found a home.

Well I confess that the roads been on my mind,

I don't want to cry, I just want to glide.

I'm going out in the sunshine

Well you know that the roads been on my mind

Don't want to push my luck instead of towing the line

Well you can make more money but you can't make time.

I confess that the roads been on my mind,

I don't want to cry, I just want to glide.