On The Road

I'm on the road at home with you I'm on the road at home with you We made our home a 1969 Chevelle in blue I felt the shivers of the morning fog on the window When I woke up next to you And I got blisters on the inside of my fingers From holding the wheel the whole night through We made it back to the city And I dreamt of shame and pity when I lost you There's nothing else to do now Except drink and go to sleep And hope that I'll dream of being on the road with you And our biggest mistake was driving past New Orleans I didn't even miss my bed Or the promised warm meals As we were driving you said that these will be the stories That we will tell our children when we're in our forties We made it to the city And I dreamt of pain and pity when I lost you There's nothing else to do now Except drink and go to sleep And hope that I'll dream that I'm I'm on the road at home with you I'm on the road at home with you We made our home a 1969 Chevelle in blue I can recall the rest-breaks And the grey, blue and white days Getting sick of one cassette Remember our friends at the gas stop The two boys in the hardtop You had the winning hand for a pack of cigarettes We made it back to the city And I dreamt of heartbreak and pity when I lost you There's nothing else to do now Except drink and go to sleep And hope that I'll dream that I'm I'm on the road at home with you I'm on the road at home with you We made our home a 1969 Chevelle in blue And everything was repetitive But I still loved the way we lived Drunk and stoned And making our way through But I'm at home I'm at home On the road with you