On the Road

You’re wasting your life
You’ve no future
You’re a lost cause
I’m sorry that I failed you,
always knew what was coming around
And through a fight of deacons,
I made myself an antichrist
Nothing behind me,
everything ahead of me,
as is ever so on the road.
I head out, I head out.
I head out on the road
I have no place to go now,
but anywhere rolling under the stars.
Passing through the Cocito River,
And there I found the bliss of the mind
Nothing behind me,
everything ahead of me,
as is ever so on the road.
Easy mind, so cool and fake
Troubled life was always appealing
Gutter home, lonesome town,
The Queen and I ran away.
I head out, I head out.
I head out on the road
I head out, I head out.
I head out on the road