Born For The Road

They are rusing to the airport, time is runnig late.
No turnings back, just hurry up and wait.
Check my guitar and leave it to faith,
My plane left for Chicago by I'm standing in the gate.
Burn for the road, That's what I do.
Every time I go I'm always come back to you.
Listen what I'll tell you better don't have belowed
Everybody says that i was Yeah!
I was born for the road.
That I was born for the road, yeaah!
They said harm is better odious
Well thats is the truth.
But most of men are standing on highway 62.
This never-ending tour I'm not a camafear.
Stick around logging off somebody must care.
Burn for the road, Thats what I say.
Never give it up, 'cos it just wanna play.
Listen what I'll tell you better don't have belowed
Everybody knows that i was…