The Road Is Lonesome

Don't want to know what's written on the last page

Let's just leave 'cause I've grown so tired of this place

Oh the road is lonesome before you travel on it

Oh the road is lonesome before you travel on it

Let the wind run through my fingers

There's a cool breeze coming from the sea

I hear the sand under the wheels

There's a cool breeze

Our Eldorado won't stop running

I'm drifting to sleep

Oh while your drive me far away we left hand over heals

Oh the road is lonesome before you travel on it

Let the wind run through my fingers

There's a cool breeze coming from the sea

I hear the sand under the wheels

There's a cool breeze

Oh the road is lonesome

Oh the road is lonesome before you travel on it

We travel light, not more than what fitted in a paper bag

Grabbed our boards for a road trip in a Cadillac

Oh the road is lonesome before you travel on it

Let the wind run through my fingers

There's a cool breeze coming from the sea

I hear the sand under the wheels

There's a cool breeze coming from the sea