The Hard Road Lyrics - Smog

I'll take the hard road 

I believe I'll see you there 

In a cyclone of stones 

Wooden spikes in your hair 

Or maybe you'll resting 

Leaning up against a busted fence 

Pluck a bird from the coop 

Then we're back up on the hard road 

We could sleep in a barn 

Bathe in a lake 

Steal the pipe 

The hungry dictate 

The steps that you take 

Along the hard road 

And when winter comes 

We'll bottle some 

The nearest washing line 

And when summer comes 

It's almost impossible 

Not to have a good time 

Out on the hard road