You sit on the riverbank,
you're watching the boats go by.
You're twenty years old and it's burnin',
gotta steal to survive,
telling too many lies,
but you're ready and the plans they are made.
You gotta get away,
you gotta see for yourself.
There's a world out there just waiting,
giving up this street life has been on your mind.
So move on today.
An I'll meet ya - down in L. A.,
New York, Chicago onto Santa Fe.
Once you've started out on that road,
you aint ever comin' back.
And if you wanna go to sunny California
they got the girls who'll keep you warmer.
Once you've started out on that road,
you aint ever comin' back.
You sit by the railroad track.
you're watchin' the trains go past.
Thirty years old and it's churning.
You're still using the lines,
but the're way out a time.
So catch the next plane going.
You gotta get away,
you gotta see for yourself.
There's a world out there just waiting.
Giving up this steet life has been on your mind.
So move on today.
Years fly past, and time is lost.
You never worry at all,
all you wanna do in life
is follow the long winding road.
You even tried saving money to buy a few things.
But that was never the way.
The way to get back on the road again.
Headin' for a new town every day.
And I'll meet ya - Down in L. A.,
New York, Chicago onto Santa Fe.
Once you've started out on that road,
you ain't ever comin' back
