I woke up this morning and I took a look around at all that I got

These days I've been lookin' in the mirror and wondering if that's me lookin' back or not

I'm still the apple of my mama's eye

I'm my daddy's worst fears realized

Here of late all this real estate don't seem all that real to me sometimes



I'm back out on that road again

Turn this beast into the wind

There are those that break and bend

I'm the other kind, I'm the other kind



Now my old buddy, what's his name, says, ";Man what the hell are you thinkin' 'bout

Fool, you got two of everything, but you hang your head just like you was down and out";

And I'm damn sure not suffering from a lack of love

There's plenty more where that came from

Ah - but leave it up to me to say something wrong and hurt someone before I'm done



You see it used to be I was really free

I didn't need no gasoline to run

Before you could say Jack Kerouac you'd turn your back and I'd be gone

Yeah nowadays I got me two good wheels and I seek refuge in aluminum and steel

Aw, it takes me out there for just a little while

And the years fall away with every mile