Back on the Road Again

Kicking out the backstreet
Jesus is rolling the dice
Picking up the pieces
Putting down the broom and going on a strike
Don't know about love
But I know what I like
I'd like to find a quiet place
With space to turn around in
And not the cities that I've been found inside of
I'd like to breathe somewhere the road is open
And there's a music on the trucks
Humming down the highway
Followed by the winds going my way
Trains moving across country
Motorcycles moving from town to downtown
Jet planes flying upside down
Many cars and many drivers
I feel like the only survivor
Rush hour for everyone
No need of traffic lights in the setting sun
La la la
I’m back on the road again la la la
I’m back on the road again la la la
I’m back on the road again la la la
I’m back on the road again la la la
Back on the road
I'll go wherever the wind blows
La la la
I'm back on the road again la la la
I'm back on the road again la la la
I’m back on the road again la la la
I'm back on the road again la la la
I'm back on the road again la la la
I'm back on the road again la la la
I'm back on the road
Again