The Road

There you are, there you are up again sorted life together and out and together
I’ve been up all night with a baby and trouble been troubling me all night,
what’s the main trouble
In my wind I hope I don’t hope making the road a displeasure in trouble
I’m old making money to bring home
Missing lost of things, missions are somewhat suitable now
I suppose here we go
Permanent on the road
Here we go, here we go
I suppose here we go
Permanent on the road
Here we go, here we go
I suppose
I have a little use for the past
Dream kept up by little memories and stuff
They can’t do anything, stop it
I can’t figure out, little use, no home for it
I suppose here we go
Permanent on the road
Here we go, now here we go
I suppose
I suppose here we go
Permanently on the road
Now I s’pose
I suppose here we go
Permanent on the road
Here we go, now I suppose