Video games, takin’ all of my money
I’m so bored, that it ain’t even funny
Every town, new faces I see
They begin to look the same to me
CHORUS:
On the road, far from home
Down the road, all alone
Road Damage, Ro Ro Ro Ro Road Damage
Road Damage
Road Damage, Ro Ro Ro Ro Road Damage
Road Damage
I either eat fast food, or I don’t eat at all
When I first left home, my clothes were too small
Every week, I drop another ten pounds
I hope there aren’t to many more towns
CHORUS
LEAD BREAK
CHORUS
I smoke a lot of cigarettes, and I drink a lot of beer
I don’t let people get too near
I’m looking for the end to the endless songs
To get back home, where I belong
REPEAT CHORUS until fade
Copyright Ron Lynch Chalice 1982, 1986, 2004 All Rights Reserved.
(decomp: This is the title song for the work in progress CD “Road Damage”. OK, so this one isn’t brain surgery; it also isn’t Bob Seger’s Turn the Page…
But it pretty well captures the feeling of a Western U.S. “B” club circuit, chasing from town to town behind the big truck that contained our roadies (who doubled as light and sound). — Western U.S. is a key phrase here… a lot of miles between those towns. — Any of you who’ve been there, done that can probably relate.)
ttfn, rlc