I've been looking for homes since the day I was born But all that I've found is the long open road It has seen me this far and it'll see me much more But it sure ain't no mother and it sure ain't my home My blood starts to flow as I put it in drive There's no better feeling than feeling alive Out on that horizon on the day that I die You can scatter my ashes where ashes can fly I drive through the streets with no reason than just To breathe in the night air and see the lights flashing past 'Til I find a nice hole, that serves alcohol With a man at the piano, got a hell of a soul His songs are all tortured and his cup's always full His face tells the story should've ended a long time ago There are miles in his music and there are worlds in his woes But I'm just not quite there yet so I head for the door My blood starts to flow as I put it in drive There's no better feeling than feeling alive Out on that horizon on the day that I die You can scatter my ashes where ashes can fly And I see the city as I come over the hill Best thing in my pocket is a ten-dollar bill I can make it a million if I can stand still But the road won't stop calling until I get my fill I steer back down the road at the choices I've made And how the one's that I've met are now the ones I've betrayed So I pick up my sack and turn my back on the pass 'Cause there's no sense in turning when there's no turning back My blood starts to flow as I put it in drive There's no better feeling than feeling alive Out on that horizon on the day that I die You can scatter my ashes where ashes can fly I stay under the heavens and the open blue sky With the wind at my back and the clouds at my side 'Til the child is born with the same wild eyes The body may rot but the spirit won't die