The Road - Songbook Version Songtext
von Frank Turner
The Road - Songbook Version Songtext
To the east, to the east
The road beneath my feet
To the west, to the west
But I haven′t got there yet
And to the north, to the north
Never to be caught
To the south, to the south
My time is running out
Ever since my childhood I've been scared, I′ve been afraid
Of being trapped by circumstance, staying in one place
So, I always keep a small bag full of clothes carefully stored
Somewhere secret somewhere safe
And somewhere close to the door
Well, I've traveled many countries, I've washed my feet in many seas
I′ve drunk with drifters in Vienna and with punks in old DC
And I′ve driven across deserts driven by the irony
That only being shackled to the road could ever I be free
To the east, to the east
The road beneath my feet
To the west, to the west
But I haven't got there yet
And to the north, to the north
Never to be caught
To the south, to the south
My time is running out
I′ve felt old before my time, but now I keep the age away
By burning up the miles and, yeah, by filling up my days
And the nights a thousand nights I've played
A thousand more to go
Before I take a breath and steal myself
For the next one thousand shows
To the east, to the east
The road beneath my feet
To the west, to the west
But I haven′t got there yet
And to the north, to the north
Never to be caught
To the south, to the south
My time is running out
Yes, so saddle up your horses now and keep your powder dry
'Cause the truth is you won′t be here long
Yeah, soon your going to die
To the heart, to the heart, there's no time for you to waste
You won't find your precious answers now by staying in one place
Yeah, by giving up the chase
To the east, to the east
The road beneath my feet
To the west, to the west
But I haven′t got there yet
And to the north, to the north
But I never will caught
To the south, to the south
My time is running out
Yeah, to the south, to the south
My time is running out
Yeah, to the south, to the south
My time is running out
I face the horizon everywhere I go
I face the horizon, the horizon is my home
I face the horizon everywhere that I go
I face the horizon, the horizon is my home
The road beneath my feet
To the west, to the west
But I haven′t got there yet
And to the north, to the north
Never to be caught
To the south, to the south
My time is running out
Ever since my childhood I've been scared, I′ve been afraid
Of being trapped by circumstance, staying in one place
So, I always keep a small bag full of clothes carefully stored
Somewhere secret somewhere safe
And somewhere close to the door
Well, I've traveled many countries, I've washed my feet in many seas
I′ve drunk with drifters in Vienna and with punks in old DC
And I′ve driven across deserts driven by the irony
That only being shackled to the road could ever I be free
To the east, to the east
The road beneath my feet
To the west, to the west
But I haven't got there yet
And to the north, to the north
Never to be caught
To the south, to the south
My time is running out
I′ve felt old before my time, but now I keep the age away
By burning up the miles and, yeah, by filling up my days
And the nights a thousand nights I've played
A thousand more to go
Before I take a breath and steal myself
For the next one thousand shows
To the east, to the east
The road beneath my feet
To the west, to the west
But I haven′t got there yet
And to the north, to the north
Never to be caught
To the south, to the south
My time is running out
Yes, so saddle up your horses now and keep your powder dry
'Cause the truth is you won′t be here long
Yeah, soon your going to die
To the heart, to the heart, there's no time for you to waste
You won't find your precious answers now by staying in one place
Yeah, by giving up the chase
To the east, to the east
The road beneath my feet
To the west, to the west
But I haven′t got there yet
And to the north, to the north
But I never will caught
To the south, to the south
My time is running out
Yeah, to the south, to the south
My time is running out
Yeah, to the south, to the south
My time is running out
I face the horizon everywhere I go
I face the horizon, the horizon is my home
I face the horizon everywhere that I go
I face the horizon, the horizon is my home
Writer(s): Francis Edward Turner Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
