Текст песни: Back on the Road Again + перевод

kicking out the backstreet Jesus

rolling the dice, picking up the pieces

putting down the broom and going on strike

I don’t know about love but I know what I like

I’d like to find a quiet place

with space to turn around in

and not the cities that I’ve been found inside of

I’d like to breathe some air

the road is open

and there’s music of the trucks

humming down the highway

followed by the wind going my way

trains moving cross country

motorcycles moving from town to downtown

jet planes flying upside down

many cars, many drivers

I feel like the only survivor

rush hour for everyone but me,

the traffic lights and the setting sun

back on the road again

I’ll go wherever the wind blows

back on the road again

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