a voice It talks to me Stillborn, by choice It airs no need to hold Old man feels the cold... Oh baby don't 'cause I've been told Stay on these roads
Mischievous til we felt the back of a truncheon Breadcrumbs for luncheon something to munch on Bruised and confused we?re like which road to choose
and So many roads to take I know bad things happen to Good people like them and us Distance and time are no protection from bad luck So many roads
Did a vehicle Come from somewhere out there Just to land in the Andes? Was it round And did it have A motor Or was it Something Different George: So
what to make of this then we will not relate so if you don't know what to make of this then we will not relate rivers and roads rivers and roads rivers
, growing like a breeze Country roads, take me home To the place I belong West Virginia, Mountain Mama Take me home, country roads All my memories gather
Though There Maybe Many Miles Between Us In My Heart The Love Remains It Will Not Change Across A Thousand Days Down A Different Road Down A Different Road
flaws [Chorus] I run Till the silence splits me open I run Till it puts me underground Till I have no breath And no roads left but one No roads left
[mainly instrumental; some thoughts from Randy himself]
them? Does some other young boy Come home to my room Does he dream what I did As he stands by my window And looks out on those Brooklyn roads Brooklyn roads
Country roads, take me home To the place where I belong West Virginia, mountain mama Take me home, country roads Almost heaven, West Virginia Blue Ridge
Oh, can't anybody see, We've got a war to fight, Never found our way, Regardless of what they say. How can it feel, this wrong, From this moment, How
And still I'm standing here I'm awaiting this grand transition I'm a fool in search of wisdom And I'm on the road to madness Yes, I'm on the road to