I am from a small city
My name's like my old dad
I own just my illusions
And they always drag me down
I've been heartbroken, in denial
I've had a few good laughs
But when it comes to living
I've always had a hard time
I've grabbed my clothes and books
I put them in a bag
Said goodbye to my auntie
"I don't know when I'll come back"
She said "be careful with the road
Strangers might get close
Your journey will end once
You finally find your way back home"
Road, sweet road
Take me back home
Oh-oh-oh
Road, sweet road
Take me back home
And old man let me travel
Behind his beat up truck
There I met a few people
They seemed as lost as I
I fell in love one, two, three times
But never got it right
A poet taught me living is like
Sunflowers blooming in sawdust
Buried my pain behind the whisky
My friends kept getting high
Broke, without a penny
Someone ditch me in the ally
And I've learnt about disaster
And loneliness and sadness
But on the road, my friend, I saw
The beauty within the madness
Road, sweet road
Take me back home
Oh-oh-oh
Road, sweet road
Take me back home
Road, sweet road
Take me back home
Oh-oh-oh
Road, sweet road
Take me back home