Been Too Long On The Road.kar

Always looks so good
on the outside;

when you get to believin' it's true,
then you know
that you're on your way.

People tug on your shirt,
say you're lucky,

you got everything you want,
but you don't,
yet you dare not say.

Go downtown,
people runnin' around,
they climb slowly draggin' you.

Downtown horns
make a dent in your mind.

Plush rooms make a blind
in your eyes to see,
blindin' me.

Light, lovely light,
won't you shine in my window.

Love, precious love,
won't you fill every room…
Been too long on the road.

Maybe cynics veins
are my lifeblood.

May be bitin' the hand that I feed,
so I'll try,
try to understand

what it is that devours
your freedom,

makes you drop what you used
to hold in your hand,
all the things you planned.

Go upstairs
with-a someone
who says she cares;

like the devil
she does what comes
ever into your mind,

then gone, leaving you
with the coldest room,
the oldest gloom.

Warm, won't you be,
please be there in the winter.

Love, precious love,
won't you come full circle…
Been too long on the road.

How can I do this to myself.
Have I taken leave of my senses?

What kind of changes make a man
want to tear down all his fences?
Oh, I'd like to know.

Home, ever home,
how could I ever doubt you.

Love, precious love,
how could I live without you.
Been too long on the road.