You don't own the road boy. Better kick up a storm. You don't own the big city lights. Better cop out your own. . You don't own the green pines,. The blue sky, or the smoke.
Tell me what you've done yourself. I would like to know. Write it on the rocks and then. Tell me where to go. . Why you say wait?. Wait. . Tell me you're the lucky one.
Here's the ticket, what's the problem?. Too many tickets is the problem, man. Here's the ticket, what's the problem?. Too many problems is the ticket in my hand.
It's the last goodbye I swear. I can't rely on a dime a day love that don't go anywhere. I learn to cry for someone else. I can't get by on an odds and ends love that don't ever match up.