Please don't tell me about tommorow, It's much to far away, Got a ticket in my fist, Though the rent may not get paid. Seem this highway a thousand times, But it never looks the same, Things get old, but I get younger, Can't remember my own name. Chorus All I need is in my pocket All I see is the road ahead. All I want is different places, different places, And a pair of walking shoes, and a pair of walking shoes. End Chorus The road is like a river, It drags me in its wake. Let it shoot me down the rapids, And the waves will ease my ache. I got cramps in bits and places, Just a fighting for my brain. Can't remember what you look like, Till I turn away again. Chorus And if standing still's the answer, The question must be wrong. You can argue if you want to, But I hope it won't take long. Please don't tell me about tommorow, It's much to far away. Got a ticket in my fist, Though the Rent may not get paid. Chorus x3