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