back on my own now again, hitting the road
facing the blue skies again, the engine groans
wheels are turning, leaving things behinde
I wanna forget about
but it just makes me sigh
choose life man, she meant
she didn't know what to say
I'drather choose a cigarette and praise the das
it's hard to find reasons
when you've got your head covered with dirt
I guess my mother'd say, she'd say
just save your words
each time it leachs me out
and each time it hurtsand next time it's different, girl
I'll try but I know that I lie
lead me to the end of the line
the endof the line...
feeling free now, feeling so high
I caught the hurricane
from the middle of my twisted mind
going straight ahead my dear and
I'll never look back
All there'll be left you
is just a thirty mile trie track
Jimi the Jet - MY ROAD Lyrics
Jimi the Jet - MY ROAD Lyrics
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
back on my own now again, hitting the road
facing the blue skies again, the engine groans
wheels are turning, leaving things behinde
I wanna forget about
but it just makes me sigh
choose life man, she meant
she didn't know what to say
I'drather choose a cigarette and praise the das
it's hard to find reasons
when you've got your head covered with dirt
I guess my mother'd say, she'd say
just save your words
each time it leachs me out
and each time it hurtsand next time it's different, girl
I'll try but I know that I lie
lead me to the end of the line
the endof the line...
feeling free now, feeling so high
I caught the hurricane
from the middle of my twisted mind
going straight ahead my dear and
I'll never look back
All there'll be left you
is just a thirty mile trie track
facing the blue skies again, the engine groans
wheels are turning, leaving things behinde
I wanna forget about
but it just makes me sigh
choose life man, she meant
she didn't know what to say
I'drather choose a cigarette and praise the das
it's hard to find reasons
when you've got your head covered with dirt
I guess my mother'd say, she'd say
just save your words
each time it leachs me out
and each time it hurtsand next time it's different, girl
I'll try but I know that I lie
lead me to the end of the line
the endof the line...
feeling free now, feeling so high
I caught the hurricane
from the middle of my twisted mind
going straight ahead my dear and
I'll never look back
All there'll be left you
is just a thirty mile trie track