Feel the call, feel the distant pull
Feel the wind come blowing on my face
The road is dark, like the home that I am from
That there’s nothing left of, not a trace
Like a wild man, there is no place to call my own
There is no bed when I have run my race
The road is dark, like the home that I am from
That there’s nothing left of, not a trace
Gotta hit the road, gotta reach the sky, on my way today
Gotta hit the road, gotta let me fly on my own, with my liberty
Gotta hit the road, gotta reach the sky, on my way today
Gotta hit the road, gotta reach the sky, It’s who I have to be |
